the days live long and full in the desert. we see them each from infancy to age; and bear witness as they lay their golden heads across the sand to die. the evening sky is decorated with the insides of their beating hearts and the setting sun weighs low and heavy on the horizon, corpulent and flush with hot blood and fire.
I am currently in the closet and scared of coming out. The literal closet. We are playing hide and seek and I do not want to lose. Also I love you, my new parents.