I’m not searching. I’m preparing. There’s a quiet kind of hope in making space for love without needing to chase it. Here’s a poem for the ones who tend the hearth without knowing who they’re waiting for.
The Candle’s Been Lit All Along
I’m not searching. I’m preparing. There’s a quiet kind of hope in making space for love without needing to chase it. Here’s a poem for the ones who tend the hearth without knowing who they’re waiting for.
Monday Made Me Do It 