Khaos/Blooms from Decay

Grief and Love by Jasmine Johnson

I don’t believe love cuts, I believe love carves. It carves out spaces for little babies to sit
comfortably, and nestle their heads. Lost love creates voids for others to scream into
that echo, so they feel heard. Love leaves grooves articulated by “our song” on the
dance floor. Love creates space and makes shape of things that weren’t there before!