shaking...
i am shaking from the inside out.
teardrop on the fire of a confession
M37 is interesting--you can almost feel the cluster falling apart
...but fucking cold outside
so it will have to fall apart unwitnessed
which, I suppose, is the way most things fall apart
just after midnight, she tells me...
it's like you're drifting somewhere just out of reach of people.
i do drift just out of reach.
it's intentional.
it's what i want but at the same time,
i hate myself for wanting it.
there are times that i'm sure i hear glass falling behind me and crunching under my feet, like other people imagine the footsteps of strangers. i'm given cause to wonder, at this time, if it's my heart or soul falling away...
i want to be whole.
aeternal