the idea of being a shelter that shelters against your own self- protecting a babe from you perhaps. or a relationship.

certainly one key to love: absorbing like lead the rays bad and good and transmuting them into a softer and more nurturing wave. beaming it back out. this is the ultimate step in my one-off religion.

perhaps born of my deep embarrassing need to provide a harbor for people that will make them not want to return to sea.

also passive in that harbor way, but this in a positive sense: no trap here.

these are confessions to you, i guess. things about myself that have put me in mauvaise foi.

 

but all banes are also boons.

 

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