Too

many

missing

days

even then not enough I seek the shelter of your bones.

Stealing the tambourine was just the first step. Then he proceeded to put his dirty underwear in my suitcase for me to smuggle across the border. And that wasn’t even the worse of it, remind me to tell you about the chinese lanterns some time.

None of this matters, you love writing, the rest is just noise.

Is the driver jealous of Mr _____? Is it because of the woman? Does the driver somehow know the woman? Is their relationship complicated?

The day may drift around you and you’ll look into the future and wonder. And you’ll look down and ask: whose hands are these, that can hold so strong but hold so lightly.

Love what you are doing.