I want the world to shine the way it was supposed to, when I knew me and I knew you.
When I understood what ‘love’ meant and smelled ground diamonds like they were as precious as the salt of my soul.
I wish I could live in that time and allow myself to understand everything the way I was supposed to.
I found her letter wrapped in a tie-dyed bandanna soaked in white powder, wedged in between the gun she used to shoot up the building where I slept and the guitar she broke in half.
She lay on the bed with her shirt open and her shoes bloodied.
It had been hard, I could tell.
But she didn’t look dead.