[Image description: A digital comic of TommyInnit. At the top, it says “You are trying to use your hands kindly again”. Below are six panels, all the same size, depicting him doing something with his hands. The first is him sewing a hole closed on Wilbur’s Pogtopia jacket. The second is him using a rolling pin on dough. The third shows him holding a bucket with Mars in it. Next, there’s one of him holding the disc Cat. The bottom two show him making a daisy chain and letting a moth rest on his thumb. Below all the panels, there’s another image of his hands splayed out. Next to them, it says “it’s difficult but you still try”.]
Okay. Come on, then. I love you, get up, we are going to keep going. Repeat this to yourself in a mirror or in a whisper or in the shower or in a shout. I love you, get up, keep going.
I am tired too. It’s okay. We will sleep in the car ride over. We will sleep on each other’s shoulders. We will sleep upside down and in the laps of new friends and on the bellies of our lovers and in the hands of better tomorrows. We will sleep and we will wake up rested and we will wake up happy and we will wake up home again.
I love you, get up. It’s time to write “maybe next time” on our gravesite. It’s time to write: it could not kill me, I would not die. It’s time to write a love letter to the sun and our one-act play and the history of our keychains. It is time to write a future where despite everything, we are finally warm and safe.
