Love is a private song.

Original poetry.

I had a tragic loss of faith and hope with traumas I’ve experienced and felt like there was nothing left to believe in. Then an epiphany hit – no matter what happens, I have love and safety, an acute sense of aesthetic appreciation and endless curiosity – all will wrap their warm, loving arms around me and keep me going.

Born from refrigerator poetry, this tidbit was an ode to simple living; my gnash at materialism, and to draw the reader into a safe, beautiful place.