tea & risks
I am still so much even as I am less and less.
As good a time as any to write the way I knew I would one day come back to, and start from.
It’s not easy coming home.
Starting to believe that there is more than one way to, and for, everything.
Here comes a feeling you thought you'd forgotten.
On celebrating anniversaries, and the power of understanding.
On the way we cry in front of strangers, and always end up back where we started.
On writing a record of it all, even when it feels like treason.
For the truest kind of love, and finding a way back to something better.
On how we are never only one thing at once, and what we give up to get where we're going.
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