• thelivingghost 121w


    We spent the afternoon breaking open pieces of slate. Hours spent looking for traces of fern or leaf fossils. You told me you'd always wanted to go fossil hunting, so I said let's go. You had no idea we could find them so close to home, ten minutes away. Silently breaking rocks together, searching for traces of the past.
    Cutting our hands open to hope to see a glimpse of something that once was. That's a good explanation of how my experience of love has been. I hope this one is different.