I'm in love with a woman.

An ode to the kind of love that only women can give & understand.

I’m a writer.

That’s the first bit.

I don’t know why that feels so strange or painful to say, but it does.
I want to acknowledge it.

I want to acknowledge the feelings of stuckness.

The ache of Knowing.
The pain of Being.

The finicketyness of WORDS.

I want to let it be, and let it go.
I want to let myself be, and let myself flow.

I am, I can be, Home.

I AM …