The sweetness of self-intimacy.

A poetic rambling. An opening. An interlude.

I am beginning here, again.

Again. Again. Again.

Brimming with love.
Brimming with fire.
Brimming with brilliance.

And sorrow of the sweetest kind.

Filled and overflowing with new friends.

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I want to be a gospel choir for love.

I want to be one of those people that everyone goes to & everyone knows as a living prayer for love.

A living prayer for devotion.
A living prayer for intimacy.
A living prayer for feeling.

An ode to the feeling spaces among, within & between us.
An ode to what wants to emerge.
A song. A symphony.

I want to be everything I am already.
I love being me.

A heartfelt exhale. A softening.

I will remember these moments forever. I miss them.

The little things.

I don’t know what I want this Substack to be yet. That’s the truth of it.
It feels vulnerable to say; to be so publicly emerg…