Sensitive Soul

the moment you truly realize that your parents were just doing the best they could with what they knew.

when you see someone, and i mean really see someone, you see the child in them. you see their vulnerability and which parts of that child were wounded back then. and which parts are still there.

where do you put the emptiness that feels too heavy to carry

Casual intimacy is my favourite thing in the entire world. A tiny touch on your back in crowded areas. They're sitting across the table and give each other a light kick. A head on the shoulder, a hand in your hand, or a squeeze on the arm as they pass by. And I believe that perhaps love is composed of the simple things rather than large gestures or explosive shows. The small gestures that convey concern and presence and that there is no need to consider them since casual intimacy just naturally arises because of how deeply your life has been entwined with mine. The little things that say I am here and I care for you.