you can't stop once you've started.
even as the needle is scraping across your bone,
and you're holding your breath.
but i loved it that much.
i held isaac's hand,
even after it went numb
to make up for lost time.
my artist had bed head and a
baby girl with the chubbiest cheeks.
she layed passed out on the couch
and i smiled because of her
even as it burned.
because i loved it that much.
the thing is,
we're family. no matter where we be.
Heaven. Earth. America. Iraq. Minnesota. South Dakota.
Some things you can break.
but not Us.