when i let the unexpected in, i feel as if the ocean is rushing into my body. soaking seeping filling expanding, ah, it’s the feeling of realized hope. beloved, did we know it would feel like this? no, no we didn’t but something must have whispered to us, quietly, in our ear, something that made us drive the thousand miles, whether we knew the name for this hope or not, something must have whispered to us that said, “go” or “come” or “hope” or “dare” or simply the hardest request to be made of our exhausted hearts, “try again.”
beloved. be loved.
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