the sanctuary is a place to take your breath away. the dead ..trees? the scattering of stumps that looked like tiny teeth protruding out of the horizon. our smoky breathes and the fiery sunshine that lit your whisping hair. the..cattails? (i dont even know what they were) looked more like dead rats on a stick. but everything was ablaze and beautiful. my skin awoke to the sun for the first time in what felt like yeeeeeears.. the receptors in my cell registering a natural warmth. they began to buzz and i could feel my hand being awake again. i think subconsciously or not, most animals hibernate in some way in death. i mean winter

i understand why people want to go out to lunch with emily so often and tell her their entire lives and problems and worries. the largest variety of people even. i understand because i didnt want to get out of her car and because she has this unique warmth that never dies, even in the winter. even in sadness, or anything. the most warm and enlightening inner glow, and weaker creatures (those weakened with troubles) all gather like the moths i mentioned in my last post. people are drawn to a light and shes absolutely radiant.