before the goodbyes can worry my throat
before Kenna gets an alternate ending
before I get up and the window glares at me
remind me why home is home
~love boils over the stove
we sip it slowly
saving our lips from burning
where we plant love
and watch it grow
words and sentences
chapter, and a book
freedom is not as beautiful as being free
being free comes with a higher price
pastures, swamps, deserts, and wastelands
I'll hold on, I'll hold on home
when I'm an inch away from dying
I'll remind myself why we chose to love
