Oh this ones got a penis, put him in this little clear box right here!’ And so forth for the keeper of a vagina. Our very understanding of the human condition is predicated on what’s between our legs, not what rests in our hearts. In our minds.
Then a day knee deep in the fray, her path met a wide eyed traveler with much to say. So comfortable it was that without hesitation she invited them in. After all how often does one get to meet their celestial twin.
How do I help. What do I do. When will I learn how to pass love to all of you. My desire from the blue, to write a song, letter or poem that’s true. Thin from air the words like a bird fly. Salty are the tears they bring to the eyes.
And so it was three years today. June 2, 2014. The day for which my life, however it continues to unfold, will forever find its birth. For in that moment I was born. Without a clue of what was happening, and more awake than I had ever been. Boggles the mind to think just how…
Yes Indeed there was no more doubt, gosh I think they even had a little pout!
My daytime attire still not quite feminine, it found me looking more like a hungover rockstar than anything else. A look that always fit me well, I now finally felt like one.
So prior to that day I would have been the first person to laugh at anyone who would dare pronounce that true love exists. “The existence of soulmates or that people are placed in our path just when we need them most. All of it, bunko…”
Hello I’m Chloé!