It Ain't Like Sittin At Home

I had remembered it all so differently, and it became crystal clear in an instant like waking up without a hangover after a night of drunkenness. The fog of my preconceived notions was gone and I was so so thankful at that moment to be monozygotic. It was a warm spring night though, for an instant, and I felt with so much loving kindness what it was like to say goodbye, how I knew it would be for the last time regardless of what my emotions and hormones were saying. And how it is a sweet, beautiful, peaceful, fond farewell. How being able to say that makes it so much easier to get on to the next. How I would fall to my knees and bless that goodbye, for all that it entails.

Thankful for the chance to realize that she's my hero. To remember so much about the way it used to be. She will return, of this I'm sure, and their skin will be bronze after having bivouacked under foreign skies. They will come back under entirely new auspices and life will be a thing to marvel at because there is no other way that things could go. We are the Jinn, and that makes all the difference. Those spirally nacreous things are still buried under the earth somewhere, waiting, and that red moon is singing and there is a watchful star somewhere keeping track. Life is golden, and of course it's going to end up beautifully, because that's exactly what we want.

No life but that which we make.