This is a love letter I’m writing to myself.
I can’t remember who said it first, me or my best friend. We were in his apartment, high on weed, watching YouTube videos when this thought emerged: “Let yourself happen.” We laughed about it and moved on. That phrase didn’t really sink in until now, when I find myself at the end of two turbulent… Read more
Children, drunken in the last rays of sun, squeeze every last drop from these hours, as spectres of the world are swallowed, and they, clinging to this day, deny the night. To bed! To bed! They will not go. We who know, at some point, the child must sleep, lay ourselves down willingly, and surrender… Read more
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