- nothing holds. not the memory of your mouth on my mouth, not your voice, not nights, leaving, not the number of steps to get to your call when it rings through my ears. even the softest love, the kind with no apologies and apple carts that never turn over. 1/2May 7, 2025 00:49
- even that flips. some things refuse to stay, they will say, and things just slip like water does. #flow knows how to find the cracks. and that’s where we live now. me and you. holding. still. 2/2 #BlueSkyRelay @blueskyrelay.bsky.social @damon-berry.bsky.social
