2015-02-03 - 1:36 p.m.
this is the secret that i keep: a public privacy, an intimate journal i share with everyone and no one simultaneously. here is where i chart the highs and lows of love, and why i return to it over and over again, despite being burned by the fire i crave.
i have become a caretaker of little flames, that stretch and grow fierce everyday. they have your tenacity, but i hope they learn how to speak, and i hope they do not fear their vulnerability. your tongue was broken, but you too can learn to trust the sky ahead of you and fly. i have watched your wings, and know their capacity to soar on absent wind. i love you even stronger when the wind dies down.