Her…

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All she wanted was to find a place to stretch her bones.
A place to lengthen her smiles and spread her hair.
A place where her legs could walk without cutting and bruising.
A place unchained.
She was born out of ocean breath.
I remind her;
β€˜Stop pouring so much of yourself into the hearts that have no room for themselves.
Do not thin yourself.
Be Vast.
You do not bring the ocean to a river.’
~ Tapiwa Mugabe

 

Love….?

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β€œThey say a good love is one that sits you down, gives you a drink of water, and pats you on top of the head. But I say a good love is one that casts you into the wind, sets you ablaze, makes you burn through the skies and ignite the night like a phoenix; the kind that cuts you loose like a wildfire and you can’t stop running simply because you keep on burning everything that you touch! I say that’s a good love; one that burns and flies, and you run with it!” ~ C. JoyBell C.