Words are magic

Whether written or spoken, words have the ability to transport us. To connect us. To remind us what it is to be human, stripped of all the labels that didn’t matter before we came here and won’t matter when we’re gone. We’re all young once, then all at once we’re old. In the end, what we’ll remember is the love: how receiving it made us feel, or didn’t. Who we gave it to, or didn’t.

All love. No labels. That’s what I hope to share here. Welcome, my friend.