Nov 24, 2016
silent, not distant
our love is a language you can't find in a textbook or classroom. it's written in the scars between my heart and lungs, the lines on my thigh and side that I opened so I could breathe again. it's spoken in noodle moonlight, pet rocks, unicorns and turtles. we read it by the light of the phoenix's fire, write it with the ashes that are left and remember the dust we will become. our love is full of silence and gibberish, but we know nothing of distance.