We weep
For at the altar of dreams
We are freed
Recent
rescue
The fire and smoke summoned flying shadows blotting out the sun and they brought silent rain upon the flames. I just treaded water,
Mariana
In this love we argue and compromise, like fault lines scraping against each other, shifting to settle into something new. The crusts and mountain ranges of our lives evolve in response to limits, boundaries, giving or needing, and it isn’t always pretty but I’d rather push our relationship higher than pull back and leave this…
or (to the shore line)
The grass, trees, vines and algae left hardly any room for rune drawing so I ended up walking/crawling
Not sure where to start? How about…
Jordyn Saelor 