Ribcage

lxii

Cade,

the oceans are crying and the winds are screaming and the fires of the earth are weeping and the fires of the stars are laughing for you,

a billion finite infinities lighting up in this instant

just

for you

because of your little piece of forever that exists in your mind, in your heart, in the ink that flows from your fingers

that transcends perfection.

you create these little houses with your words that i wouldn't mind settling in.

and although your sentences and phrases hold more than just the blatant letterings, your emotions and feelings fall into the pit of your inky letters. you tell stories that matter and hold meaning.

please try to

h o l d

o n

for

m e ?

- linden grace nodin