I long for a language of love and simple truths; where wrong words don’t exist.
I long to begin a silent conversation with effortless words that find the person they were spoken for; on the tail of swirling breezes from a windless dream.
I long for a time when words can be shared universally without hesitation and fear of judgment; honoring all beliefs.
I long for a time to pause at the edge of a midnight forest; breathing in the soft sweetness of the night.
I long for wildness wherever it lives – to free my longings as I dance with abandonment.