By Ashleigh Hatter
Find me a place and I'll find you a time, A thing where we can meet and count all the stars that will ever have never have been because counting forevers and whatifs with you is my idea of warmth. And when we've finally reached the end of infinity, I'll wrap you in a sheet of the purest intention and bear you to a moon of gold, a moon that floats above a planet of wonder and awe with terrible clouds that float all around and we can watch from a blanket— a picnic one, with red and white and square after square— and think to ourselves how lucky we are to not be under such dismal horrible clouds. And when we've handled all the heartbreak we can stand, I can find a hole within it all a hole within the everything where we can disappear into a nothing and float and fall forever, or sink and rise forever until the sensations mix and we feel whole again. And when that's done, and we wake to another day, another Dawn, I'll spin you more impossible yarns to entice you to stay with me forever and ever. We.