My legs began to weaken; my arms numbed, but my hand still felt everything. The feel of your soft hand in mine. Your nails digging into my palm are we ran through the desert. We’re in this together. The sirens are blaring behind us, but sometimes I forget why we are running. All I know is we are going to reach that golden sun in Mexico. I won’t let anyone near you. That’s all I know.
July 12, 2011