Seattle, My Love
I have lived many lives up until this point None of which have been more important than the versions of myself I have uncovered in Seattle. It is difficult to put into words the varying ways this city has broken me and also made me whole. It is the place where I lost part of myself I will never get back, But that's the risk you take when fully opening yourself up to loving and being loved. Relationships will make you see parts of yourself you have avoided your whole life, But only if you let them. And now when I look at the mountains I feel a deep sense of connection and an overwhelming sense of loss. It will always be that way. Both. Never just one. I thank Seattle for giving me the ability to let contrasting notions be true at the same time. The gray skies gave me the chance to let parts of my world be a mix of black and white, No longer just one or the other. Seattle gave me the space to fall in love with myself. Or should I say my selves? Seattle prompted