I'm falling in love. Poetry is speaking to me once again. The way that only a lover can. In loud whispers and subtle shouts, of which make my heart soften one more time.
I'm digging Warsan Shire and Iain Thomas as of late. Their words feel like kin to me. They inspire me to feel, to taste, to breathe deeper, to know more. And to sink deeper into my own skin as a writer.
So tonight, I made a photo in honor of one of my current favorite Iain Thomas lines. I couldn't seem to find a photo with this quote circulating the interweb anywhere, which was shocking to me. So I decided to make one of my own:
Photo Credit: Patrice Patrick
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