bubblewrap me.

fatigue is slumped by my window, face pressed so hard looking in on me, leaving a trail of smudgy prints.

friends are the silent pillars of strength.

and when the twilight of that ride is finally upon us, we will look at the trail we have taken and at signs of our passage. and though our tears will be many, we will know that great lives have been lived, and that our memories will forever bind us together. (Beside a burning sea, John Shors)

love,
me