This is where I leave pieces of myself.
Like the sound of a bird’s wings just after it leaves.
Like the pieces of what it took to be born.
This nest isn’t empty.
It’s full of after.
And sometimes, that’s where the real story lives.
#storiedrelics #writingfromthewild #softsurvival #rowanmarlowe
Like the sound of a bird’s wings just after it leaves.
Like the pieces of what it took to be born.
This nest isn’t empty.
It’s full of after.
And sometimes, that’s where the real story lives.
#storiedrelics #writingfromthewild #softsurvival #rowanmarlowe