WED JAN 22 2025

today was a good day. i felt the sun on my skin. the salt walter licked at my wounds. the deep ones behind all that skin, hiding. we rode bikes through town and let the sun write freely across our chests new stories while we pointed out the cranes breaking ground. new beginnings. new dreams. the salt. the sun. the sweat. we dip ourselves up to our mouths in this salve. and when we cannot fit anymore we can make more warriors to bear the weight.

but today was a good day. without that pressure. without that fight. where we sat around, fixed ourselves in the spaces between the sands, nestled safe, and traded war stories.