Writing

I’ve loved writing everyday, again. Falling into the softness of me.

I think I’ve loved it because it’s made me stay. Stay as this flow that I am, this…whatever it is that I am.

I’m tired, tonight, so this will be short.

It’s a gentle tired, not an angry tired.

A reflective tired, definitely.

And without any doubt, a loving one.

Goodnight. xx