Lately I’ve been thinking about who I want to love, and how I want to love,
and why I want to love the way I want to love, and what I need to learn to love that way,
and who I need to become to become the kind of love I want to be…
and when I break it all down, when I whittle it into a single breath,
it essentially comes out like this: Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive,
every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer,
and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe.
I will keep it safe.
|painting Amy Judd|