Hope in this world bleeds out of the barrel of a gun.
I'm oxygen and he's dying to breathe.
The words get easier the moment you stop fearing them.
I feel like I've been split open and stuffed with sunshine.
All I ever wanted was to reach out and touch another human being not just with my hands but with my heart.
His lips soften into a smile that cracks apart my spine. He repeats my name like the word amuses him. Entertains him. Delights him. In seventeen years no one has said my name like that