Friday, 27 January 2017

Where thoughts are tangled within overgrown green vines and the water harshly flows in between turbulent concaves. I have cried so hard that I swore I had emptied all the water from the sky onto my bed sheets. Where the surface of my skin showed the burden of our loss.You weren't a waste of space. I have walked through fire and come out the other side, wiser, stronger and still breathing. As I will again and again. So thankyou for tracing my strength with our abrasive moments.

- Elena May
November 2016



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