winter is coming,
tea cups, mountain trips,
warm fires and shimmering sunshine.
hibernation, contemplation.
it's been a year.
oh my.
i would not have believed you if you'd told me that this was how my story would go.
but it was written years ago
before my first breath
before the ocean first crashed upon the shore
before the first star was hung in the sky.
how grateful i am.
for an author who knows me inside out,
who hears my thoughts,
counts my breaths,
laughs with me,
cries with me,
holds me and carries me in my moments of weakness
pushes me and strengthens me for the challenges ahead.
how grateful i am...
A thousand miles of pain I’m sure
Led you to the threshold
Of my heart’s screen door
To tell me what it is I’m dying for
Gravity comes
Like a cold cold rain
To lead me to the rope again
But someone is standing in my place
With a ghost that lives
Within the confines of these carbon ribs
And one day when I’m free
I will sit
The cripple at your table
[drawings by kareena zerefos.
she's amazing.
you should look her up.]
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