I think of things
to write and they slide off before I burn them permanent I wish I’d learn. I am
craving an outpour today a real wave of it. Seb is here we drank in my room and
the mirror was moved it changed everything I knew. We are obsessed with
conventional things and we flourish in it. We flower and bloom. Top-tail with
feet sticking out from wrapped doona I am waiting to use the bathroom again. My
jeans press against my bladder in a way that ruins my whole world god I’m
dramatic today. It is the second day and also the second last day, of a thing, like
a colour. Pinching muscles to try and relax, trying trying so hard. Waking up
before dawn every morning and rolling rolling I get a lot of thinking done in
this state of sleepless fatigue, our brain thoughts next to one another’s feet
and the beginning of another day. Love is in the doing, we make things so we
can feel.
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