Our insanity isn't that we see people who aren't there. It's that we ignore the ones who are. - Andrea Gibson

Love, you will never lose me to the wind. You are the lightning that made me fill my chest with candles. You are the thunder clapping for the poem nobody else wants to hear. You are an icicle’s tear watering a tulip on the first day of spring. You melt me alive. You kiss me deep as my roots will reach, and I want nothing more than

I’ve had many jobs before this one and will have many after, but this is where I learn one of the most vital lessons: if your own story is one you aren’t sure you can survive, remove whatever sharpness you can from another person’s life.

Coming into our own humanity often takes enormous effort, commitment, and bravery.