The Paths Cleared By Your Tears
Second-hand accounts of this field (that I live and move and have my being in) fade.
I am the love, the love, the love, the love, the love, the love, the love forever.
—Sara Bareilles, “Forever”
If you are the boat, I am the ocean.
If you are the flame, I am the carbon.
If you are the bird, I am the movement.
If you are the words, I am the music.
If you are the bloom, I am the color.
If you are the child, I am the mother.
If you are the lonely, I am the lover.
—Sara Bareilles, “Forever”
Remember yourself, dearheart.
Love,
Kirsten
