Cry. Not like they cried in the past. Resurrect. Challenge. Moons, tremble, erase the stars and rehang them. Unwind rum lines and redraw them. Peter finished his cigarette and put himself to sleep. All these things to say he had grown up. That's the end. Thank you
Becky Butler
@bc75 · 1:46
The stars noted it. The fact that she was open to love again and she was. He kissed her once and carried it with him. The pause of the day held in her kiss the postcard streets we walk upon will never touch heaven but heaven has touched us in every embrace of love with the fondest of memories that keep us going on those long dark nights she walked him out of the shadows with a kiss and she brought him into her world with her love. Thanks Becky
