Amalie@kua

Never forget this moment my child, the moment you began to feel,  

The moment you first felt alive. 

It was night, 

There is this idea that children have a fear of storms. The distant rumble of thunder a warning to run to their parents' bedroom, throw back the covers, and burrow deep into the familiar warmth. 

There is a web and it holds us. 

Pieces come apart so we help rebuild it. 

We are a species that has forgotten our place on the web, so the earth reminds us.