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what is not overcast is an opaque grey, and between twenty feet in front of me and you, there are too many unknowns, all waiting for prediction. [just keep walking]
you keep your eyes forward.
and i keep waiting, walking on the wrong side of the road, for a rogue vehicle to come spiraling out of the depths to kill us. we will make a commitment that will be kept in impenetrable silence. i want to live, and die, with you. [something left out] i don't want to be happy.
at night, when the pillows are pushed off, and. i don't want to fall asleep before you do.
you keep repeating words. they are in a sort of misconfiguration that requires a strenuous effort on my part just to decipher them. i have headaches, waiting for meaning.
believe me.