strobe light
This is no good. No good at all.
Why am I attacked by my own mortality?
They’re just relationships.
You’re finding these things out.
If I had them now, like gold in my hand.
If I had them now, like GOLD in my hand.
I can’t imagine her saying that to me and meaning it.
It’s beyond my scope.
Do I want too much? Need too much?
If I take them one at a time I can circumvent the contradictions.
They’re all like water rushing through my open hands, through my fingers.
And I hold them open.
What “they are?” They’ve all been you mean.
When’s it gonna…
Just above breathing.
Je te veux. J’te veux, chérie. Où es-tu?
She I we they.
Patient, waiting for the words.
I feel ruined for anything sometimes.
Can’t help second-guessing.
This is over.