Covered in glitter and crumbs. Waking up to maracas and fairy wings. Pockets full of rubber bands and dandelions. Buried under book piles. Dirty hands with homemade kombucha. Coffee in the rain. Waiting for that sacred scrap of silence.
Tuesday, August 02, 2011
I've said it before and I'll say it again; three cheers for siblings. I can't remember life before my brother, he is my first companion and my oldest friend.