afterglow

by Rachel Lynch


you ain't got it all figured out.

and neither do i, and so we coincide. we get to write the rules to this thing, but we don't know that yet. 

feel your instincts, they're always right. all the answers are in books already written, but we want to write our own. 

and so are our mistakes are ours to make, the pleasure of having omission in your hands. 

naked as we came. 

xx