To bleed, to burn, to literally melt myself for you. Not because our love demands sacrifice - after all, to whom? We are the gods we revere! But rather because flesh is the last confining nuisance keeping us from finally absorbing into one another to become one singular current carving its’ course with all the fury and steadfast determination of a glacier. Here’s to 6 years together on this carnal go-around, and to all the rest, before and after, extending in all directions. Happy anniversary, Roses. Photo: @kennyrodz