dear bambi.
it’s cold without you. not cold like it is at home where we can run and scream at the winds that blow us down ice covered allies. not like that. cold like i can feel it leaking out my ears and creeping out under my fingernails. bambi things have taken a turn and the wind has changed into something we find so foriegn. but i can hold your hand and i can hold on to the door frame with the other and i promise we wont be sent to far. i need you to melt this cold. i need the streets you walk on with that shoes molded to your patterns.
i love you.
huckleberry
