Maybe love will never be practical, and that is okay.
I live everyday trying to survive between walls that feel like they are drawing in, waiting to crush me if I pause even for a moment.

And then, romance becomes that small wing that lifts me out of them and allows me watch my heaviness from above.
Escape into a space that feels open, for a while, even if I know I will return to the tight, demanding reality of a world that feels too small.

Sometimes I wish I could stay in that place a little longer, that land of fantasy where nothing really makes sense, yet life feels more precious.
In that place, something awakens in me, something no darkness can put out.
~Marie