If a tree fell in the forest, and you were the only one there to hear it; if its fall to the ground didn’t make a sound, would you panic in fear that you didn’t exist, or would you bask in the bliss of your nothingness?

she's wondering how many women are walking around this world feeling the tingling of their amputated wings remembering what it was to fly to sing

Fear is only a verb if you let it be. Don't you dare let go of my hand!

I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark.

Someday we will dare to trade good for true

I write because it is while I'm writing that I feel most connected to why we're here. I write because silence is a heavy weight to carry. I write to remember. I write to heal. I write to let the air in. I write as a practice of listening.

If love did not exist, I would be so goddamn sane.