The older I get, the more I lose my ability to breathe.
We stay this way until twilight colours the window and the hour calls me home
It's the secret smile you get from knowing that, somewhere, there is someone who is yours. Not in the sense that you own her or control her. She is yours because you can say anything to her, whenever you need to. And she can do the same, whenever she needs to.
Yes, time can be buoyed by wordlessness, but it needs to be anchored in words.
You have to trust the words. They do not create anything more than themselves.
I find faith in human perseverance, even as the universe throws challenge after challenge our way.