walk. give it to the ocean. trust. dig feet into the earth. listen & feel the forest speak. center.
they walked. sometimes they even held hands. he watched her smile for the sun. the sun always came first. then him. reaching out for jasmine flowers, watching gentle tips caress their edges he wondered how she could smile any wider. “they’re beautiful don’t you think?” trapped by the only flower he bothered to replant inContinue reading for a past life.