There are things we hope for when it comes to love; things of which we do not speak, as if pocketed silence is an act of virtue with its own reward. So many parts of us have been borrowed, that we do not know how to let ourselves go. We were never really taught how to process what we accept, digest what we consume, or where to seek what we lack. Instead, we were taught to fight for peace, endure hardships and suffer the becoming of love - to walk around deficient and malnourished, half heartedly claiming our desires and doing everything except - being. It's not the cheap thrills, elaborate parties, or expensive dinners that we seek. It's mornings when the sun lingers with dawn, the softness of one's breath pressed against skin, the colliding of bodies between fatigued sheets and laughter that hisses through hallways. It has always been about the little deeds, moments that seem to sacrifice themselves for each other. And somewhere amidst the atmosphere of our emotions, there exists a place we yearn to call home. Sometimes this exists in a soulmate, but mostly, it is us trying to be loved the way we deserve. How do we balance the angst of our desires, against the frayed edges of lonelines when we are a universe unknown to thy self. There is nothing constant about us except our lives, and that too, abandons us in the end. We are all happening separately, together, all at once. Each of us with our own textures, palettes, and cultivated air, where some breathe freely, and others suffocate willingly. It is frustratingly beautiful, and I'm consumed by the vastness of it all that's held together by love. Models @migdaniabanhan @imanimusicofficial #poetrylovers #poetryislife #lovequotesforher#writerslife #jamaicanphotographer #art