A lyrical reflection on love, vulnerability, and youth.

I couldn’t quite pinpoint when we had first met, or where he was from. It was as if I’d known him since the first time I opened my eyes to the world. Every moment my mother was not by my side, this man had been there.

September was only a few weeks old when it showed me the rest of the universe. Though I was still nearsighted, my bleary eyes could make out spots of pale amidst the black as I shivered in my jacket outside the field house.

An exploration of the literacy found in wet rocks, road trips, and round singing.

I will become it, and it will become me, and together we will lay in silence.