I am a daughter, made up of every woman. I am untethered, except to the cycles of the sun and the moon…

Intuition pulls me aside offering surrender in place of knowing. Death’s timeline has no rules, no bounds. It is the living who keep the shackles on; the living who are taught to fear her kiss.

I wish I could have met her but for now, she remains a stranger I look upon in photographs. Memories captured on film, now reduced to faded tones that tend to draw me in and push me away at the same time.

The tides rise and fall. And so will you. Forget about logic, hold hands with intuition instead. She’ll save you…