as above, so below

you: chill pill

In a field. With the moon. And the dark. And the dirt. With your mouth. And just one word: god god god.

Some people feel like they don’t deserve love. They walk away quietly into empty spaces, trying to close the gaps of the past.

I exist too much, I feel too much, think too much. Reality is crushing the life out of me.

He appears, and he disappears, like a sunrise, or a sunset, or anything so ephemeral. Just like our life, we appear, and we disappear. We are so important to some, but we are just passing through.

And I understand. I understand why people hold hands: I’d always thought it was about possessiveness, saying ‘This is mine’. But it’s about maintaining contact. It is about speaking without words. It is about I want you with me and don’t go.