I've been wondering how milk candy does it so well. memories of friends no more, and love overturned, bestow upon me images of reluctance and embrace. there seems to be something pleasant I'm unable of being. I can't smile in the way the zealot I've been wished for, nor was I able to, then.
reconfiguration means attending to the conditions which allow for suchโbrutal and grueling as they may be.
maybe, whoever observes the smile that works, that is to come, sighs in relief. maybe, in the movements to come, I'll be able to, as well. I don't know which is to be, first; but, I think I'd be arrogant to, at all, expect the latter.
something sour eats away at my tastebuds. smile lines heal.














