"The innovation of character. The revolutionary believers. The dreamers in the unseeable.
We are people.
But we are more. We are the present humanity of our reality. We are common.
But we are each uncommon.
We get to exist.
"He hears, but he does not listen. She listens, but she does not hear. This is how it went. How it continued. How they danced and stepped in a continuum of synchronicity. They twirled around the fire of their hearts, always getting burnt.
Trying & dying. Working & falling.
It was ongoing, progressive. Their breath offset their fear. Their fear of one another.
Of each other.
She spoke in tones of softness, of whispers. He, in tones of boldness, of commands. Their love inexplicable and durable, pliable like the avenues the heart mends.
They were near and far, distanced and safe."
She let go of the world and made her way in her mind. The pulsing of the rhythm propelled her, focused her, centered her onward. She just simply put her head down and worked.
It was encapsulating and brilliant. Her sheer focus illuminated a desire, a quest, a nuance to her personality that was perhaps contradictory, but nonetheless more significant and unexpected."
"We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect."