#thinking about the dream where the hornets were the size of kittens attacking me

[ohwaitwhatdamn]

Whoops.

Accidentally came across that fucking Kate Bush song.

God dammit Tracy. Fuck cancer.

I know you're here with me.

Preservance, Preservance written on a card with a red pen.

You always come to me in my dreams wearing the blue hoodie that somehow was as blue as your eyes.

When I see bees I am still terrified.

I think it's you flying around and reminding me we heal with time. The toxin leaves our body, and our skin covers the puncture.

I felt you when I was climbing up the steep hill to get to the other side of Nicholls Oval Park.

I heard a "woot" and wondered if you were an owl perched on a branch observing.

Reassurance that I am safe in this place.

Preservance. Preservance.

I hate using past tense to think about you.