Love is a half moon hanging above Baghdad promising to one day grow full, to pull the tides through our desert wounds and fill every clip of empty shells with the ocean. Already there is salt on my lips. Andrea Gibson
INSPIRATION
I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark. Andrea Gibson
While some days we may barely get our feet wet most of the time we’re gonna have to wake and shake the tidal wave off our etch-a-sketch to make space for the notes of a brass-knuckled saxophone carrying the tattered […]
There are sharks in the water but the only way to survive is to breathe deep and dive.
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