We struggle to hold onto the materials of our lives, as though they will complete us if presented in the right light. We fill the holes with candlesticks and jewelry. Decorations for the life that would, if stripped bare, be found truly desolate. Some breed the unquenchable thirst for unnecessary products. We prove ourselves impoverished as we struggle to fix an undeniable image for the world.
We will forever remember the silence of conversation held in the dark of night.
What makes us speak our hearts only when we feel safe. And not when we are at risk of creating significance?
The brilliance of
your mind
Becomes my
Understanding
Of you
Peace
Mandy
