‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎  ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ It is summer, and I am thinking of old friends. Of the me that belongs only to them with nothing to be done about it. The helpless space they once filled. The places I've cut teeth and ties. Heat seeping out the oven. Electrical wire. I am hoping there is bravery in being bitter. I am hoping it is enough to be both angry and alive, because I am not sure I have it in me to be gentle and alive.


‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 📼 :   The Sandman, Season 2
‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 🎧 :   Everybody here wants you by Jeff Buckley