first memory/Rothko

First time someone you love comes towards you

Like trying to describe a baby’s memory of a mothers love to an orphan

There’s a gentle frame inviting you to look at them

For the most part they come forward

And a part of them stays behind, pulling back into themselves

I don’t know why this image makes me so emotional

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