here {a poem}
we hold hands in the dark deep earth
Category: on Chosen Family
briefly for a few moments in space-time
everything that we are will always go on. nothing that we are will ever truly disappear, until the universe itself is no more than someone else's memory.
on Books I've Read/on Chosen Family/on Dramas I've Watched/on Happiness/on Neurodivergence/the Cycle of the Seasons
and now I am forty-six
I feel hopeful. I haven't felt very hopeful in a while. I feel like there are people and things and places in this timeline that I haven't got to quite yet, and...