Sisterhood is certainty; the presence and comfort of the collective, knowing and understanding the nature of scars, darkened bruises, and rippling fears.
Sisterhood is stumbling upon the thoughts of others and still somehow loving our heart more than our life-holding womb. Sisterhood is the ease of our words when spoken aloud or held within ourselves, and the simple fact that even the most nonsensical of
sentences is understood, truly, like the most significant prose.
Not even distance can break the closeness of our bond, our humour, nor our experiences. It cannot diminish our love.
Time cannot erase the transcendence of our unity, our passion, nor our celebration still vivid as it was when we once flew upon the heavens. We look into the moonlit skies and find traces of our past collapsing under the weight of gravity.
Back then we struggled to find our resolve and our connection with the world at large, but now the sour pieces of our past dim upon this blackened dome. We are left on land placed alongside each other, here.
WORDS BY: DANIELA CALDERON