Please hold the wheel

Read the poem, awoken from a dream to the coffee table my hands always want to create. To take care of tiny humans, mould and fix until they appear. A tiny world of love between my arms. This is for those who always love wholeheartedly, whether you need God, the universe or someone else’s arms to melt into- may love always find you. May you find moments of rest between the safety of something you love. The wheel of life is really never in our control. Let yourself melt for a second you are held.

(Rock not included sorry it’s my special rock hahah else make on offer because my special rocks are invaluable to me. lol)