I love them all in the most platonic possible way

and I know they love me too.

If only we could sit together always,

just telling each other stories,

I’d listen to their blues and help them with the words. 

The music keeps us all close I feel like.

I’ve secured this little army of boys that would **** for me and I, for them.

But the years have done damage on us all and our journeys have led us down different roads.

Once a flock,

us birds fly our own way now. 

Some of us heading north for the winter and others seek shelter elsewhere.

But there was a time that we found each other and this time will come again.

And when we do,

we’ll cozy up by the fire once more and go for drives like we always have, 
Justin Vernon sometimes and 
“Through the fields, somewhere there’s blue” will soundtrack our misfirings at the universe and youthful adventures with the desert, our canvas. 

Arizona, our home base.

Thanks for teaching me how to love, boys. Until next time.