immortal

each time i find myself creating new love is another time that i learn i never really lost it. it exists in me forever, pushing the boundaries of my heart until i am heavy and empty at the same time. the sheer overwhelmingness of that kind of expansion breaks me until i remember i am the vessel, not the waves.

holding love and being in it are two different things.


one never dies.

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