Christmas
Read this slowly. Let the words arrive before you decide what they mean.
Tuesday. Christmas. Church, family, presents, too much food, photographs I will probably hate until approximately 2010. Yuri’s present was perfect. Mine apparently was too, although obviously he could be lying because Christmas etiquette exists. I saw him later for a little while and it felt strange in a good way to have somebody outside the family suddenly matter to the shape of Christmas Day. Three weeks ago he was `”Yuri.”` Now people ask whether he’s coming.
Life moves categories around very quickly.
Remember me, Eclipse.
Reflections & Dialogue
0 Thoughts
Why?
Because every thought leaves a trace. If something moved you, disturbed you, softened you, or made you think, leave it here, quietly.