morocco opened my heart again. it opened my heart to the mystery, to the unknown, to myself. it also opened my heart to the uncomfortable. (yes, you read that right!) after avoiding discomfort as much as I could it showed me the beauty in it again. the beauty in just being where I am, just…
what a wild (or not so wild) thing to write about. I never thought this would be something I’d ever come across. but here we are.so, as you can guess, I spent the past year in celibacy. what does that mean?for me, it means that the last time someone kissed me was precisely one year…