i wonder how much of myself can i strip away before i become invisible. enough to reveal the hollow, but not to disappear . . . though i may have crossed that line long ago.
i could not stand the thought of chaos at first. strange, one would think, to detest the very thing that gave you life. that gives you life. that will continue to give you life, as much as you let it. . . as much as you accept it.
because you and i knew that by the time it is all over, we’d spend our greatest moments bathing ourselves clean in the moon, in the forest you gifted me, in the life we’re building together.