All things have a beginning, all great stories an opening sentence, a pull from nothing into the great something that lives beyond. All love begins somewhere, a glance, a brief touch of skin, a shared feeling of understanding that might be wordless to start. Some begins with leather tied to tree branch, sometimes it unknots itself, falls to the ground and becomes dust again. But, oh there’s always a but, sometimes those knots were tied true and that leather stays, and sometimes it stays as the branch grows just enough to stretch but never enough to break, and sometimes promises made become promises kept and an entire
Where Did We Begin? | 1.5.21
Where Did We Begin? | 1.5.21
Where Did We Begin? | 1.5.21
All things have a beginning, all great stories an opening sentence, a pull from nothing into the great something that lives beyond. All love begins somewhere, a glance, a brief touch of skin, a shared feeling of understanding that might be wordless to start. Some begins with leather tied to tree branch, sometimes it unknots itself, falls to the ground and becomes dust again. But, oh there’s always a but, sometimes those knots were tied true and that leather stays, and sometimes it stays as the branch grows just enough to stretch but never enough to break, and sometimes promises made become promises kept and an entire