Untitled my childhood dog died yesterday afternoon. this morning i woke up with a head full of blood that was falling out of my nose. i called my brother to talk about the summer and the truth we turn from that is lightly tugging at the lining of our fathers heart.
i am moving at a pace that resembles the shifting of a two glacial bodies — the formation of a stalactite within the caverns of our dust speck, swollen bellied earth space, but i am still moving.
it will not always be this way. it will not always be this way.