my sudden and undeniable desire to burn it all down, burn it all until the flames consume all that has ever been, just to see the light reflect in your eyes.
Every other day of the year he's dead. Today he lives in my mind. The funny smart-ass kid that bounced around when he was six and I was eleven, I was Matthew and he was Matthew but when we finally got to meet he became Little Matt and I became Big Matt. Uncle Matt is… Continue reading Ghosts With Bones
There is at least a small chance, still, that this life is my dream and one day I will wake to find that nothing was lost.
when we were kids we would play and laugh and it never mattered if we got hurt because we were going to live forever