My sweet boy Ezekiel, I love you so much. I don’t care what happens between us, or how bad things become for me, but you will always have a place inside of my heart. I don’t think I’ve ever been so comfortable just talking with someone about myself, or felt so wanted. Maybe this love I have for you is romantic, or even platonic, but honestly the only way I can describe it is beyond any bound set by the English dictionary. When I look at you, hear your sweet voice, talk to you, I feel like I’m connecting to mother nature, or in your case father nature, themself and getting buried under a warm dirt that’ll embrace me, rather than suffocate me. I hope you always find your way back to me, and know that I will always welcome you wish open arms and one day, sweet nothings. I love you, -your crow