Every place is within walking distance; people are the ones out of reach.
Rakishi, “So goes the smoke" cir. 1918
Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts.
Edgar Allan Poe
You want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say ‘Wow, isn’t he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?’ You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole.
So this is the New Year
And I don’t feel any different.
My heart was too big for my body, so I let it go.