Two Hundred and Forty-Nine.


Izzy circle


I love your immensities.

all the things that cannot fit inside you,
all the things you cannot put to rest in me

the parts of you that expand and reach
that cannot be contained, even by the sky.


Sarah circle


Little love, we are so far from heaven
and when I press my ear to the earth
God has stopped calling me home
we are adrift here, in this ocean of sorrow
with our compasses cracked and old
I am the stillness in the morning
I am the smoke on the air
I am the whisper in the darkness
and I cannot save us from ourselves



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