I remember the time you told me “Love is touching souls.”

But surely you touched mine, cause part of you pours out of me in these lines from time to time.

-James Blake

This song has played 7 times already. The rain falling, gliding out of the grey haze.

Pulling myself to walk in joy. Leaves crackling and crumbling across the parking lot.

Minutes seem like hours these days. SO packed with seeds of my future.

It’s a constant opening of my hand. Every minute RELEASING. 


I put on this gentle song and sang in the coming storm.

Love is touching souls…

And hands were made for letting go of control.