I am freezing. Feeling this iced out is not for the weak. I have been pushed aside and left to frost. How radical of me to ask for heat from an iceberg. How brazen to ask for care born of disregard. How wishful to believe that staying cool amounts to good living. As if it fosters good company, nurtures good graces. Am I foolish to put my heart on the line for the sake of an open mind? Is it ridiculous to fantasize of unity? Is it worth the turmoil? If the outcome is building space for connection – a more mutual growth. A supportive path leading towards a more grounded being. Love is not a yearning – it is a birth right. Love is the warmest colour.

Jojo