“Nights of anguish, why didn’t I kneel more deeply to accept you, Inconsolable sisters, and, surrounding, lose myself in your loosened hair. How we squander our hours of pain. How we gaze beyond them into the bitter duration to see if they have an end. Though they are really, seasons of us, our winter” -
Give yourself a good time.
Give yourself a good time.
Give yourself a good time.
“Nights of anguish, why didn’t I kneel more deeply to accept you, Inconsolable sisters, and, surrounding, lose myself in your loosened hair. How we squander our hours of pain. How we gaze beyond them into the bitter duration to see if they have an end. Though they are really, seasons of us, our winter” -