A Nest of Love and Memory
I keep thinking about all the things I love, from the warmth of people to the rhythmic ticking of clocks. It’s as if I want to gather everything I cherish, every word that has ever touched my soul, every moment that has peeled back the layers of my heart like an orange, leaving it exposed and vulnerable. I want to collect these fragments and weave them into a nest, a sanctuary I can call home. My mind races with thoughts of what I would add to this nest if I could. There are so many things: the taste of a … Continue reading A Nest of Love and Memory