I see you.
I hear you.
I feel you.
I understand the jagged edges.
There are sources for each one.
Yoour special wishes for yourself,
For others,
For the world,
Are filled with a want that cannot be satiated.
The you that you have deemed to be so,
To be worthy,
To be magnificent,
Is more than enough.
Those that call you too much
Are lacking a large enough vessel.
In these times,
Even the fleeting moments,
I am honored
To share space,
To be with,
To be.
And in these times,
I have learned that love feeds itself
In order to become full,
In order to feed those who are willing to break bread,
With love.
About the Creator
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