Reunited in our next incarnation. Bitter memories I pray I’m absolved. Hopeful forgiveness at my head.
Let’s meet in a place where the land is flat and the people are simple. And flighty nature gives way to intimacy.
If not, enjoy your peace; these words are mine.
Gold Beach, Oregon
One day I know nights like these will feel foreign. I feel nostalgic for these not so far past events. Sometimes I wish they could go on forever but sometimes still,
I believe the beauty is in that they don’t.
I think I might finally be one of those people who genuinely hates their job.
Let’s see how this plays out.