Merry Christmas everyone. I’ve no one to love in person this year, so I figured I might as well reminisce on the ones I’ve loved in the past:
From an Australian shephard: many a sleepless sunrise; the smell of campfire smoke and rum on picnic blankets; the Adrenalin of texting and the pain of distance; an addicting vocabulary that ensnared my every thought as though your mundane life were a fisherman and I it’s prize.
From a black dragon: eternally warm laughter; the abyss at which secrets were tossed into and returned in mutual importance; the humming of insects cut in half by the cruelty of snow, and the brushstrokes of musicality, melodically entwining my soul with yours; a best friend for life.
From a cheetah: a glimpse of a stable family; a tolerance for my chest being touched; the stickiness of bread dough and the running fragrance of sweat; the adjustment to a homosexual life with its milestones; the caressing of converse shoes at the undoing of my creative world.
I wish you all, all the love you need.
