Because the enemy sleeps with eyes open and heart closed.
Because our heads and hands don’t always get along.
Because the belly of the beast sometimes resembles the interior of our past apartments.
Because there’s a memory tied around our finger that won’t allow us to forget the broken parts of our past.
Because it’s hard for arms to embrace shadows, because shadows sometimes wear our bodies better than we do.
Because wounds come in all shapes, sizes, and kisses.
Because fire is at the heart of our yeses, and yeses don’t always survive the rain.
Because sometimes the only language we can skywrite in is falling.
Because falls don’t always follow summers.
Because there aren’t enough desert winds to eliminate sorrow’s footsteps,
we continue to be that air in search of a clear blue sky.