we screw and then unscrew

[spiritualtramp]

I know you are tired of me. But what else can we do? This has been our routine for ten years. We brew up like a hurricane and collide, and then immediately retreat for months at a time. You look at me like I'm some fragile and distant creature that you love but only barely. It complicates you; makes your eyes heavy. I can tell.

with love and squalor,
ekw