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My beautiful now slipping away. My beaming angel in the winter light. I finally emerge from my machine entrapment: the basement, forever looking forward to the lion in the bush instead of the abundance of love in my hands. But now I see you, a pure call from my lighthouse. You take me away to a better place. Your wisps of blonde were catching the winter sun bent low to the horizon. Did you know it casts a long shadow and entrances all objects in its glow? You entrance me. I stop and gaze. I won’t leave. No, my Rowan. I’ll find your eyes. Yours find mine. We smile. My heart shines. I want to leave my love onto your soul as quickly while the worry slips back down off my shoulder and slithers to its cave. I’m free for a moment. Free to see you. To dodge back and forth behind the couch, playing hide and seek to create a memory for myself. Now I write to burn it forever for us both. You laugh, I laugh. Lola laughs with us. She is a vessel for your joy. I turn to leave and you cry out in a deep agony. My love! How could I break your heart? Yes, you will grow old and be well, sharing in an everyday heartbreak of a babe losing its connection. Lola will heal you. But as I try to console you, I know the truth. You live it, you are the truth. The moment is everything, this is everything. I’m sorry I lost it, but it’s life and it’s beautiful. Now I burn these words onto our souls with love. I bind us together forever as we pass this story down. Stay forever my beaming angel in the winter light. 📸 <a href="https://lykdfrgkwzswynrovsxr.supabase.co/storage/v1/object/public/user-media/twilio-user/1769038362658.jpeg">See photo</a>

If I rise to half the occasion, let it be the farthest star I can see.

How extraordinary will my effort be? How much of your beauty can I know? You leave me with twisted words and pumping veins just to express. How can I be capable of the sliver of you that I know? I'll never embrace the splendid whole. It's the sad beautiful weight of the fraction that thrills me to you. Will I rise to be worthy of our time? This is my question. Thank you dear life and my close love for sharing a piece of your infinite perfection with me. As I stare at you as matter, maybe I see a bit of my perfection too.

"She's a caretaker, not a taker, gotta take care of mine" killer mike

Environment at fully grateful potential, body at 2/3rds (what me, sick?), intention high. How is my clarity on goals and focus? Hit me up if you want a sounding board for your 2026 goal planning!

Merry Christmas 2025 to all my loves. Launched my new personal website: https://bnjmn.org

You are my golden black. Silk down the flow lines till I see the whole you. Your broken champion, I am. Your tear in the smile, I am. A favorite thing, I hope I am. You swing my soul. Thinking about I cracked yours a few times. Grow it so big the lines are small compared to your warmth.

Let dreams spark a wayward fire and purpose guide roads to heal, together

Let it be remembered, as far as I can remember. 2025 was peak. Thank you to my loves- you fire my neurons. Just want to share it back to you.

Sometimes I have razor clarity on my process and goals. Sometimes I lose it or never had it. Sometimes I get lucky. I got you.