i never know what it is like to be found. people find me every day but i only feel the absence of myself when they come to know. do you feel that too? i wish you not to. you count every hour on your freckles and sleep when sympathy lurches to sit on your lap. maybe you somehow know what moments you are yearned for within? i wish you do. you are the people i have lost, the people that hold the biggest part of me; i hope you hold me well.
- always always R.
Your words are beautiful, as always.
ReplyDeleteAnd they hurt, beautifully, as well.
- michael