I'd be lost and lonely if not for you...
This week is like observing a bruise on your leg. Sometimes you press down deliberately, waiting to see how the colors change, whether it still hurts. Sometimes you just watch it go from red to purple, green to yellow upon your skin. It still hurts, but it’s softer there now.
I finished reading a book I enjoyed, and then in the acknowledgements the author gave this gushing thank you to Jesus Christ, and it nearly ruined the whole thing. It’s definitely put me off reading her other two books, for not at least. Sure you’re allowed to thank you whoever the hell you want, but Jesus didn’t do any of this. The author did. The editor did. Heck, the reader has done more than Jesus.
Anyway, I think about the books I would dedicate to you, and maybe I still will. Maybe I’ll write a touching paragraph about how none of this would have happened without you. At least on my part it would be true. Unsurprisingly, you have also done more than Jesus.
This post doesn’t have a direction. I’m counting down the days to the day, and then it will happen, and then it will pass, and maybe I’ll breathe a little easier as we go into autumn. Right now the hot sunshine, the sticky sweaty days and muggy nights, none of it helps. I see the sun rise every day and all I can think about was how obscenely bright that morning was, when I woke up and before I knew.
I never liked the sun much anyways.
I've spent my life traveling, spent my life free I could not repay all you've done for me