something terrible
a cool morning in summer and you know this day won't be the worst, your heart can beat a little slower today
and the air smells like honey and rose blossom about to grace my grandfather's heart, he promised to send a picture when it does
are we gonna be okay? will we love or grieve each other until death do us part?
nonetheless, i know that wherever i go, i'm home because my heart is safe and i hope yours is too
but who am i meant to write to? who is about to ruin this year?
yet we know, as long as the air smells sweet like the ghost of something terrible, like the prophecy of summer rain, our hearts can beat slowly, with knots untied