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I'm a wreck of experiencing beautiful things and experiencing heartwrenching things, of experiencing life and experiencing your lives and experiencing the future and experiencing the past and most importantly, experiencing the present. I am bored with mundane forcefulness. I am hanging on to your every word, I am wiping away your every tear. I am laughing with you, I am weeping with you. You are a human being and we are the same. I love you. I think it's important that you love me, too. I think we are good humans. I think we are perfect beings in this imperfect, miserable, lovely place. I love you. I wish we were in bed. I wish we were in a forest. I wish I could smell your hair. I wish we were washing clothes. I wish we were riding bikes. I wish we were flying kites. I wish we were tending garden. I wish we were reading books. I wish we were drinking coffee. I wish we were smoking in dim lights and listening to music really loud. I wish we were moaning. I wish we were praying. I wish you the best and I love you. I wish you the phoenix from the gutter and I love you. I wish you broken down cars, pouring rain and desert winds. I wish you content in the things we will never understand and content in the things we must not control. I wish you the loveliest of love and the breaking of blood and skin and soul. We are human beings and I love you.