six june
one : forty-four a.m.

i told him about the bandana. how i put it on and took it off (because i felt weak for missing him that much) and put it on again.

"you are completely," he couldn't think of the word. "completely further than my arms could reach."

and this makes me think of driving past (and around and over) the snow fields, when things were just starting to show through the whiteness.




listen : her cd