(please excuse a meandering poem. It’s taken a bit of a leap just to write again, but a poem seems the best way to answer the call to share my worldview.)
it began just like this.
always like this.
simplymessy
and gorgeously fucked up.
it’s okay that it’s not okay.
I am
you are
we will always be
imperfectly
perfect.
cuz the cosmos couldn’t exist without some REALLY
rough edges.
make space for me. hold me close.
and then give me a push because I take a little oomph sometimes but when I get it
baby, I soar.
we might crash too, but theres always laughter through tears
and the reminder that our metals were forged in the stars.
sparkling starstuff.
within and without.
come closer.
I’m bringin the bliss.
