Ex Animo

Darling, sweet angel. You are quiet because you listen, and you understand. You are aware, you are kind. I’ve seen you rock back and forth, your knees between your arms, head hung low in the darkness. You sit there on the shores of your tears that stretch out into the oblivion. And yet I’ve seen you get back up every time the moon kisses your butterscotch eyes.

Your soul breathes as the stars breathe, but your body is tied to the earth and dust and concrete.

Just know that I love you, and I will take care of you.

I am here for you.

— ex animo (from the heart)