june.

[thisvelocity]

the days are getting longer; there is more time to remember. i put on my summer dress and shut the door behind me, pretending there is someone to come home to. we are strangers living behind thin walls, laughing too loud because no one knows the difference anymore. i am sure you will miss me. i am also quite certain you will walk away in anger,

Comments

[_onlysky_]

this is a really fantastic piece ... your writing just keeps maturing, its so wonderful to witness!

(also, should i write books, i think i will want to epitaph you, and the like. you tell truth so stunningly)

love.

[thisvelocity]

thank you very much. the truth feels so heavy right now, but it is all i have.