There’s a box on my mantel that says, “Good friends are like stars, you don’t always see them, but you know they’re always there.”
I believe that. But it’s good to see them too. Suns I orbit around while I remember I’m a sun myself.
I don’t know where I’m going, and I’m stumbling over myself to figure it out through this fog. But there is the lake. And the summer. And people who let me tell them about questionable Korean comics that they would hate while we watch the sunset. And that’s worth a whole lot more than I could have ever known.
Three swords through the chest and yet . . . the only way out is (still, always, infuriatingly) through.
With Love,
Natalie