Do you ever look at someone you've loved and realise the language you two share is no longer the same? Where you find love in your garden, they find love in others words. And now there's a sudden knot in your chest unravelling.
"Oh no!"
I've fallen in love with a Nomad. A wanderer. Surrendering themselves to others while trying to write their story. A writer falling in love with a Nomad is scary. One trying to immortalise the other and vice versa, in their own opposing ways. It's beautiful, it's scary, it's something you want to witness. So come witness it, and live it, through my words.