— erato lives on.

OKAY SO, YOU’RE KNEE DEEP IN IT,

BREATHE. You’re down bad and it’ll be okay. Your heart is a runaway

train set on a collision course, you’ll be okay, there’s a dead’s man switch

on board & worst-case scenario, they’ll intentionally derail it, so it doesn’t

crash and burn through a small quaint town. You think every little thing is

significant, you can taste the cinnamon in the air, and you don’t seem to

notice how quickly night comes these days—you live every moment of

every day in anticipation, you think on the other end of every phone call

there will be a warm ‘I love you too, silly. I’ve always did’. You read the

skies like tea leaves, you think the cirrus clouds during sun(rise/set) is

an indicator that the love of your life had a great day. You stop and smell

the roses, whether it’s 3 am or 3pm, because you’ll do anything to admit

the truth—you want them to linger in the doorway because you can’t

handle another goodbye, so you do everything apart from begging them

to stay, you’ll apologize for the small things, the big things, the things you

had nothing to do with (baby, I’m sorry the oranges at the supermarket

were overripe), you love like you’re the loneliest person alive, because