December 2011
Something you’re feeling, but can’t say.
And if you’re alone, I hope you know that I’m alone too. So I believe we will be friends.
I want to do with you what spring does with cherry trees.
I can’t remember what it felt like to be in love with you. I just know that something’s missing.
When no one’s around, I practice saying the words you’ll never hear.
Even though cold is colder. Far is further. Now is longer. Even though it takes so long to dig myself out of you. I still dig.
She wanted something to happen - something, anything: she did not know what.
