#jay writes!

her body carries the stress of nations, but is full of a grace one can only hope to achieve. hair falling just past her bold shoulders, her back showing the stressors of the world and how she holds herself up regardless. her forehead scrunches, in thought, deep in a world of her own as she decorates page after page with the most beautiful pictures of words. i look at all of this, and see a fire unparalleled. i see the woman not that i strive to be, but that i strive to keep near. you cannot match that kind of unique perfection. i look at her, and i know life is okay. i look at her, and i see love.