Throughout life,
all our incidents of predicaments and merriments, bodies written in the imperfect language of love and trouble’s many verbs.
Life can be a rough music, a brutal scuffle of drums and bass vying to be the first inside someone’s hip pocket.
Or, life can be a roadblock of sunblock on the skin, keeping the concerning burn at a healthy distance.
If you dig deep enough, you can find love buried beneath the trouble.
Trouble helps us determine the lengths of the dangerous borders beyond our skin.
Love helps us measure the distance from our souls to sweetness.