You can censor the person. Take the pen away from the writer. Hide the mic from the host. Cover the tracks left by those who dropped breadcrumbs. But no one can stop the truth. It comes out eventually. Like a mother in labor, no one can reverse it’s arrival. Instead we all must live with the beauty of the inevitable coming to pass.  

Love always, Esha ❤

Leave a Reply

Please log in using one of these methods to post your comment:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s