My reaction to your face when I see it after a long night of journeys in far away dreamscapes could end world hunger.
My reaction to your face after a long day without its tired diligent lines and bright eyes could light the world for millennia.
I’m all in.
I put it all on Black Number Us.
Sink or swim, I’ll build a boat, by God.
I’ll build it out of my own skin.
I’ll frame it with my bones.
Nothing here is common or mundane. We have no textbook instructions. We’re writing it. We’ve poured it all out, day one. And the puddle still lies there. We may wonder. We may ask, “what were we thinking?” And the answer is always the same:
We weren’t
We were loving,
are loving,
pure,
distilled
unfettered
unafraid
Like a party that never ends and you never clean up after!
What a hot mess!