i appreciate when gold is used as an adjective to subject worth. like food is to the hungry, courage is to the meek and love is to the heartbroken. everybody who bares arms in this ideology deserves to feel rich, because true gold is not ever seen through the eyes of the wealthy. that glistening light that comes only through your keyhole of a morning after a month of night. the smile shared between a mother and child. it is not something worth selling when the dollar is down, or capital is high. its value is unmatched. the heroin of its keepers.
i’ve never written an i love you blog before, but this is for you.