It's the responsibility of the survivor to tell the story.
We're all just in our bodies for a moment in our life. Such a brave and lovely act it is to let the body celebrate.
Sometimes the world is so beautiful it hurts.
Things start where you don't know and end up where you know. When you know is when you ask, How did this start?
I was wounded by a blow of love.
Maybe you've had skin next to your skin, but when was the last time you let yourself be touched?