History
May 17th, 2020 | Published in General
May 17,2020
by Story
i document myself
my absurd existence
and my changes no matter how uncomfortable they seem
because that shows my history
ink sent me a package
filled with beautiful things
“We made our own postal system across the continent
As long as freight trains run and loners pick up dreamers with thumbs, who needs governments
To get a letter to you, or a mixtape to me, or a postcard to Johnstown?
What’s a thousand miles between friends? What’s a friend that’s not worth crossing a country?”
he’s sweet
intelligent
handsome
& so many other amazing things
i love him platonically and in different complex ways
just like all the other lovers in my lives that I cherish everyday
Eva has sprouted a beautiful flower to cuddle and enjoy
love is possible for all beings human and
non-human can find
“There’s a way out
there a way out
there a way out but,
it’s not on our own”
those words are true
and in our hearts and personal history books
we will all in the end find nights of love after days of war…..
