And ye shall know the truth and the truth shall make you free. – John 8:32

Falling from the heavens, droplets met by my flesh. I don’t know what’s sweeter butterflies fluttering about in a symphony against a folly red sky or the fragrance after the rain. I didn’t always notice these follies. It’s been a long while, these entombed feelings and befriending them all too devotedly: fear, anger sadness and grief until I learned to release them all and with a marker, I wrote it on my sleeve: return to sender. Here’s to love and everything we deem exalted one…fight for it all.