Find me somewhere in the cold shallows of your morning coffee. In the pastel clouds of a shy sunrise. I exist between the wrinkled pages of the novel you’ve read over and over again. My heart beats in the lazy ripples of a lake on a summer day. My blood runs through dry creek beds- the ones where you find the best stones. I am the damp pine needles in the brightest corners of the forest. I am the deep breathe you take on the back porch of your cabin in the winter. The comfort of drawing something you can’t help but feel itch in your hands. People do not fall in love with me easily, because I am a shadow found in soft moments, not thought of often, but felt deeply.

I think a conversation is the kindest thing you can give someone. I think there's value in listening—in acknowledging that you understand.