These patterns
are hard to break
even harder to see
lessons repeating
over and over again
until a death of sorts has come
and the rebirth that we all dream of
finally unveils itself.
And I guess all we can ever do
is learn how to soften into these moments
practicing with every interaction
and with time
the leaning in becomes common place
with time, our rock hard facades crumble
eroding and giving way
to our soft luminence
and unwavering vulnerability
to the us we once were
to the we we could be, again
if only there were time
again
then space would avail itself
again
and we would disprove einstein's theory
LOVE is never relative.
again,
LOVE IS NEVER RELATIVE.
