12/11: The Hurt Is Half the Fun

We met during a November night, the first snow of the year. You were smoking cigarettes on the porch and I was dancing in the basement. Eva and I were on MDMA, and I felt weightless. We’re out of the woods now, one month of confusion, you are my best friend. One month of absence on the horizon and I already miss your skin. Give me a shout when you’re ready, aim towards the West.

Cait told me; if the opportunity arises, you are ready for it. I've never felt more ready. Have a safe flight.