12.01.22
another night sleeping in a coffin. we welcome the new and the obscene because it hurts to look at each for too long. too afraid we will find something we can love in the space between our eyes or the curvature of our lips. its easier to go to bed pressed tight in the dark. does this remind you of anything? i remember when i could still look at you. my favorite scene is you on the beach. i havent been there without you. i miss the smell of the ocean but its more likely just you. i go to bed with you in the dark and dream of you in the day. we wake up in the dark and i can feel it all around me. it hurts.