i wish you were here.

[justexquisite]

when i talk to him, i miss you. the space between words where he and i do not connect takes on the shape of a girl and i do not revel in being misunderstood. i feel as if we, we are writers, and you took the rhythm and i the imagery and both of us missed the point.

i tell him this, and he says "being a writer, isn't that an occupation?"