“Even you, dear you; you have been waiting a long time for me, haven’t you? Take this road into the body / return it as a love letter. […] In Arabic, there is a word that means the cleaving from dormancy or sorrow into first joy. Or, the arriving mouth of the messenger. It is right on the other side of this wood.”
— Nomi Stone, from ‘The Door’ (via soracities)














