let's talk.
About the day it started.
Colder waves of sleet
and stay and listen.
A name blinking
in reflection of static conversation.
I knew then
I'd know you soon.
Despite getting lost in Oz awhile,
I found the road
where home was already being built.
Where a safety net was woven
with late night exploration
of a world beyond our own.
When it felt like there was no place,
escape became a ritual of words
and quiet anticipation.
“Where home was already being built” feels like the quiet center of this. I love the idea that connection can begin before we fully recognize it, through late-night words, shared escape, and the slow discovery of safety.