There is something special about cutting open a passion fruit with a sharp knife. A sour and crunchy slurp that nourishes the cells behind my forehead. Sometimes when I’m thirsty I choose fruit instead of water. Maybe I am addicted to the sweetness just as much as the power behind the burn. A small crack on my dry lips lets in a sting. But I allow it because everything heals eventually. And I won’t stop loving these fruits even when I know there is an opportunity to feel a little pain.
I am so honored that you’re here.
Hi, my name is Allyson. Traveling is my passion. Healing others is my purpose. Writing is my therapy.