this morning #2036.

this morning, we were two timeworn ships passing in the night. wayfaring vessels at risk of crashing. perpetual threat of losing track & smashing up on the rocks for lack of light. still somehow managing to steer clear of the shore the entire time. must’ve been divine intervention. this wasn’t meant to be an extended stop for either of us. both knew as much. “just having fun.” when we first laid out the terms of our time together, those were the words you used. if i’m being honest with you, if i had to choose between honoring our initial understanding or amending our agreement & seeing what sticks, i’d opt for the latter. why not try to heighten what we have? if we try, perhaps we’ll crash but if we don’t, we’ll never know.