When the words don't come

on laying down our questions, stepping aside and making space for other voices

Drop the story that won’t be written
Come, fall in love with the world instead
Feel my breath on your neck?
 -I miss you. 

Hi folks, it’s not often that I’m sitting in front of a blank screen at this hour on a Friday and yet here I am.

You also wouldn’t think looking outside that it’s 5 past mid-winter and/but here on Yuggerra Turbal country, sub-tropica…