Tenderheart Studio

For Tenderhearts

A journal for tender hearts.

Day 9.


Hovering, orbiting each other like satellites.
Never in the same place twice.

I see you, just on the other side of this canyon. 
A glance across the chasm, beyond the void.
Within arms reach but somehow shrouded in smoke, the haze of this wildfire.
The haze of reticence, of hesitance, the haze of holding back. Do not be frightened.

This fire burns for us.

This fire burns so that we may be renewed, come back greener than we've ever been.
When this fire is extinguished, I will carry you with me
and my clothes will smell of smoke for a long time.