Sometimes, you cry in a stranger’s arms precisely because they are a stranger.
You let your secrets be witnessed because the witnesses are outside of your every day reality.
You get spiritually naked because it’s a moment that’s only ever going to be a moment.
You dance like no one is watching because they won’t see you again.
One night stands - sexual, spiritual, emotional - can serve a divine purpose.
Healing happens in protected space. Sometimes that protection comes from fleeting encounters.
So let it be fleeting - it takes a kind of courage to pass in the night, exchange sorrows and float away. Bless it instead of anchoring it to obligation. Something sacred just happened, allow it be just that.
The fight for growth had stopped all together. I washed away that night. Was I truly prepared to live a life that didn’t involve him? I was thrown between a non existent heaven and hell. I settled into this state of shock that made its way to my mind and then… darkness.
Forsaken, his back was turned and I was made manifest and bare. The blood upon my flesh consumed by despair. All the angels that guided us together, frowned upon me. Upon us.