#warmth equation

[monasterymonochrome-archived]

I still think you’re coming home so you can see how much I’ve grown my hair out, long and knotted. It’s grown past where my heart is.

And I wonder where your heart is.

Without you, I’m always walking backwards. I try to scream, but I’m underwater. It’s Christmas Day; I’m crying. I have this way of finding you in everything, even in my sleep.