There is treasure underneath the rubble of my generation; engagement rings turned to shared custody; short lived loved burned by impatience and frustration. Dig beneath the blood and bones of stolen hearts and broken homes, swim beneath the burning desire, fallen friendships and lost hope. There you’ll find solidity, truth and power and a love that’s free. Where music once played and hands held truth, kisses were longed for and sex was a continuation of said love.
Look beneath the rubble of which we drown.
We are a people of love turned upside down.