there are few things in the world like the snow melting to reveal the green underneath and finally being able to breathe again
everything we never got to do haunts me. imagine us making absinthe and talking about your late night campfires in the woods with just a few six packs. imagine us again in the woods next to the beach when fall is just turning to winter, taking photos while we tell each other the things we find most beautiful in the world. imagine us laughing and taking about aliens at dinner. imagine us in the basement listening to records all night and you talking about how each record was so important to you during different parts of your life. imagine us driving past your old house and apartments and having me envision how life was for you and visualizing the boy that you were having to go through all that you did. imagine us in the smoky mountains again talking and crying about how there’s no other place besides the blue ridge that quite feels like home. i can’t locate my bones anymore. i see everyone else so excited about life, walking so far ahead of me; it’s so painful trying to pinch the numbness awake and drag myself to catch up. you are all there ever was. imagine there’s a forest with the lushest green floors, trees with the softest voices, everything brimming with life, and us peaking with light and life again — meet me there.
I like spirals because there’s something comforting in exploring out and then coming back in on oneself
dried fruit is absolutely eeeverything