Still, when he smiles at you the next day, for just a moment, your chest opens. The sun catches the glass of the kitchen window and turns everything gold. It doesn’t last, but it’s enough.
I think I’m falling in love with you.
Now that I drown in Autumn’s descending light, do you find me repulsive, unbearable to glimpse at?
Sometimes you feel that love is the kind of thing you have to get good at.
Before you were dust, you were the
universe.
I had tumbled and fought my way through a seemingly endless path, but I had somehow reached a dead end.
I began to wonder if I had been relegated to live in complete and utter isolation from any and all genuine connection.
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Sorrow’s fingertips shush the last warm light
and the twilight shines pale again.
“What separates the reality in our minds from the reality outside ourselves? Is there really a difference?”
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