wraithkiss

Love is a slippery thing. A pulling and pushing and fragile force. Avery fluid force like water. This must be why we love the watching the ocean so much. Watching how the waves breath in and out, rising and crashing from one moment to the next. I can feel it flood me and help me feel solid and connected to the world. I also feel it leaking out of me as I start splitting at the seams under the stress of trying to hold as much of it in as possible, for as long as I have.

I need to work more to figure out how to handle this and be supportive of Tess withtout being in the way while she gets ready for e concert next weekend