I know that sometimes life can feel lonely, especially when there is a pretty sunset and no one to share with. I went on a walk and took these pictures. It’s ironic how there are so many of us that share these sunsets and yet are so disconnected
Picture of both my palms. Right is the dominant one
Marriage
We are born alone
We die alone alone
Having the privilege to marry,
Be married.. Like really be married
Is having someone be a witness to your mundane life
And I guess it is alright to never experience it
I mean
We are born alone and
We die alone
For I must have sinned or lie or cheated
That I shall never be able to witness love
For what I see is a business transaction between two who barely tolerate each other
But I think thats ok to have
Because we are born alone and we die alone
What is it liked to be wanted, not lusted, but loved?
To be needed by someone?
What does it feel like for your heart flutter after all this time
To be too shy to speak or think…… or breathe
What does it feel like when two souls mingle
Their bodies orchestrate the drama
Where their lips meet in the dark
And finger intertwine
Where love turns in quite sighs and giggles
Where safety means being in the arms of each other
I forgot how big the lockers are, so can anyone tell if I can bring my very cutesy, amazing, emotional support Stanley cup cause we went through this journey together.. thanks xoxo