I watched Brad watch a storm from the window seat

"high enough to fly with the kites

and look down on the Ivanhoe lights

arm in arm with your love again

to see the Santa Homer Simpson

all the colours turning to white

never let your heart be denied."

(turning to white, new gods)

hard year, rough week, crying in the car and waiting for it to be over. i started 2016 in the arms of so many people i love, being told i am powerful, being told i am precious. i didn't realise this is how it would end. but - i took three beautiful people that the universe gifted me this year to see the christmas lights last night and they fill me up and i feel like things could be changing and maybe i'm changing too

"wait right where you are, i'm coming to you

stay with me, stay with the car, i'm coming for you

i'm not hanging up this phone, you need to tell me you won't go

just stay with me. stay with the car. i'm coming to you"

"you don't know how much i miss him

do you think i'd see him soon if i died? if i died?

you don't know how much i miss him."

"hey, 

i thought you'd never show up

i thought you'd never show up

i know what i want to be and it's never to be alone again." 

(del-del, ceres)