📝 for Chuck, if that's okay
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I prayed to you every morning, I begged for you to come every day. And yet I welcome you with surprise every time your presence surrounds me, fills me with grace and divinity.
I shouldn't miss you when you are gone.
I shouldn't ache for your touch, your lips, your flesh. Could I daily feel a stab of hunger for you and find nourishment at the very sight of you?
Yet I find myself longing. Remembering you when a child is born or a plant grows, small miracles that show me that there is still good in you. That we still have hope.
E̶v̶e̶r̶y̶ ̶m̶o̶r̶n̶i̶n̶g̶ ̶w̶h̶e̶n̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶s̶u̶n̶ ̶r̶i̶s̶e̶s̶.̶.̶.̶ ̶I̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶n̶k̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶.̶