Loving the Storms
My testimonies of navigating the light through the thunderstorms on my journey of healing and growth.

What’s love if you don’t speak the language?

You are love.

Keep it love around me
I love you.
Three of the most influential and vital words known to man.
Three of the most misused, devalued, and unsaid words known to man.

If you feel it, then fuck it.
A week ago, I was on a plane headed halfway around the country to a city where I knew a total of one person personally.
In a pandemic.
But you know what?
Fuck it.