plain ache
I write to missing things of knowing what took them. given the chance, what could god describe? I don’t know if what I hear is a sound or sound’s hostage, but it’s enough to make light remember losing a child and with it a boy and with him the fourth wolf he killed in his sleep. we don’t come from love, but we love.
kingsoftrain 
“we don’t come from love, but we love.” Beautiful <3
thanks for reading, for taking the time to say so.