i do believe it’s true that there are roads left in both of our shoes

[lunerose]

i really want for this to mean something.

it's selfish, i know,
but it's enough.

i cannot guess what we'll discover
we turn the dirt with our palms cupped like shovels
but i know our filthy hands can wash one another’s
and not one speck will remain

also, if anyone's interested:

seussical,
tomorrow night at seven.

be there or be square.
je vous adore tout, au revoir