This Is Mostly True

another cold summer night in the woods of Liberty, Maine. 19 years old. just old enough to know that you don't become something you just think you are something. 

not another soul within five miles.

it was 4am and the dogs were barking again. but this time it was different.

this time i couldn't move.

i knew 

she was next to me

i knew

i wasn't alone.

 

we are born into this