someday i will have something worthwhile to say that doesn’t involved ghosts or boats or coasts i’d either die to see or died before reaching.
someday the sun will just be the sun and the moon will just be the ruler of the tides and i won’t be here to tell you what they mean to me in regards to what you mean to me
but the bees will still recognize faces and honey is still too sweet for my tastes and whatever path we take to or from haunted places, hollow and harrowed spaces,
i would rather sit in silence with you than continue to say any of it.