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death feels the same most every time, it is not getting easier, it does not feel familiar.

i lost you and now i've lost my mind.

today i gained time.

i told myself, You'll write again. months and months and i still have nothing to say. only that i am waiting. not patient, not acceptable, not feeling well, and not writing.

birthday.

And still i am ready, this is the prompt. this is inside air cooler and cooler and cozy beds that are not at your house. he asks me, What is it like, and i do not know how to respond. i simply sit, tired eyes, and ask, Am i looking better, I am feeling better ( Read more... )

you see, we paint our faces like the indians,
and we dance dance dance.

one day, lover.

you write me, call me, say, There are things i need to talk about, say, I am nervous when we get around. i hear and know and agree and i guess. i guess it is okay to be a certain way. i guess it is okay, This will never work out.