newyear
huckleberry,
this year everything has already begun so different. im afraid that we have both become monsters. i no longer have honeycomb hair and you’ve lost all your freckles because we’ve played in the snow far too much. and my dear friend, i have never seen such grey days and curled up fingertips. and when i go downstairs to wish on dandelions the winter winds have eaten them all up. my mama said that this year im gonna grow up. that i can’t be like tigerlily because time is real. but what if i stopped all the clocks and never blew out my candles? would it all still continue like we think it would. huckleberry my hands are shaking and theres no one here to hold them. i still love you even when you are incredibly silent. come back to me
love, bambi
