(90) quietly hopeful

(image courtesy of Cheryl Jowen) entry's soundtrack above ^^ i have always been one to guard things close to my chest. the sanctity of life, of everything i've been afforded, cherish, discover, possess; bony fingers wrap protectively around them, worn stuffed toys rising and falling with each measured breath. i just wish to warm them with my endless, messy, human... love. to love the world and everything in it. unapologetically, bravely, and unashamedly. to find, create and have a place of my own amidst all that love. a place where i can both give and receive... love. is that asking too much? "i want to believe that future exists for someone like me." a lush yet untamed garden in which we can pose as statues together. arms outstretched around shoulders, waists, each of our fountains feeding one another in a symbiotic transferral of essence. feeling. souls. making a home of the house that i used to walk past on my way to work, a stone-and-wood cottage half given to climbing vines,…