you are the creator of openings.
you leave it open,
let it drop,
allow it leak into chaos.
at the same time,
you also search for solutions
to fill up the holes,
a vulnerable entirety to soothe the pain of others.
you wanted to draw a perfect circle that wraps you (two) up
in warmth,
in tenderness,
in telepathic connections,
in the creations of tiny beauty.
yet
you give birth to yourself in openings
again and again
knowing that these openings are your unsettled practices
knowing that these openings make you suffer, bring you pain, burn you in tears…
still
you create openings
with your broken wings,
with your delicate touch,
with your big big hearts,
with your dreamy embrace of this world.
as your alien resistance
to the socially-constructed propaganda of
what love is supposed to be.
it’s okay.
don’t be afraid.
i’m with you.
:3