Holidays with my biological family.
The end of loss and toasts to the beginning.
Eyes into a soul. New, but strangely familiar. It is not unknown. Mine could be yours.
From blood. Ours. Oneness.
A modern approach. Family, redefined.
Worn, comfortable boundaries torn down, banished.
We are together. United. It is new and it is spectacular. But I know you, and you me.
And we shall not be separated again.
In synchronicity we step towards each other, and forward.
And no one told us to, or how.
We are synchronous. We are together. Forever.