How lucky are we still, to live in a world that defines resilience through love, time and time again.
You will find yourself entranced by a blood orange moon, her light dripping out of space and into waves speckled by her light, like freckles forming constellations incomparable to the heavens.
Ευπρόσδεκτη; welcome, welcomed, appreciated, palatable
What’s my story? It is poetry. It is reading my echo and emulating my mirror, and it is raw and humbling and vulnerable. And terrifying.
You will not please everyone, you answer to you.
This is OUR democracy and there will be no land left, for you to build your wall on. The grass will not be greener because it will be gone.
You attract who you are, not who you want.
You will be grateful for the mess and uncertainty, one day.
I think kissing someone’s fingertips is the most intimate thing a lover can do.
You will want to yell in a world that tells you to whisper.