It is not enough to write our feelings down on paper. Write them on flesh. Better yet, go deeper. Scribe them on bones, commit them to memory, to bloodflow. Give those feelings a home on the tongue, in the heart and soul. So that everything that is said and done comes from the beginning and end of everything inside us. So that all those feelings can lead to something outside us, true and pure; meaning even blindfolded, we can find one another in good times or bad. Meaning when we catch sunlight in our hands, we choose to caress it, not crush it.