With all of its perfect imperfections. Imperfections that allow light to come in. That space in between me and you just got smaller, tighter, it just got better. I can now reach you to touch you. I can feel your lumps and bumps; I can see your scars. I can feel your ribs as my hands pass over your skin. The outside of you has been hurt but your heart is whole. I can see your heart in between your ribs, in the midst of you. Where did you come from? Who put together these lines in such a way? In such a way that speaks of strength and safety, beauty and grace; and yet, there are openings. Are these openings large enough for me? What is it that I can’t see? 

I am ok left with a wondering heart, I want to live a life that is full, and die wanting more!