AUTHOR NOTE
We learn to admire the bright and the shiny.
We see perfection and we say "luck," without ever considering how much effort it takes to look like perfection.
"Luckiest Blue Lips" is about the burden of luck. Yet, it is also about the times when that burden was lifted from us.
The heat of the classroom, the growth that occurs in silence, and the desperate chaos of rebelling and choosing to love even if the world around us tells us otherwise.
It is a story about those brief moments when we are children and do not realize that the people we are "very close" to will one day be just that
very close, in the way we carry their shadows with us forever in our pockets.
This piece is not written to tell you the cold of that season. This is a tribute to the memory of the past, to the love that remains after seasons and time and death, love that lasts even if it only exists as a memory in an old picture.
Being "lucky" may mean nothing more than being remembered once we are gone.
Come along. Step into the blue. It’s cold, but we were there together.
FROM AUTHOR
