Last night I dreamt about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.
counting down like fall makes a difference
when i grow up i want to have a stable set of emotions
I want to be held by something so large it makes me feel invisible
I want to turn off the noise and make our love into something that needs no words- not given up as a burden or an offering but as something no longer necessary, like wings in the sea or oxygen in death. I want to see how things might change without the language we invented to conceal our thoughts from each other and ourselves.