8th May 2012
ive gone through this month starving with no appetite.
things are going to get lonesome. a box of strawberry tea in the kitchen, stray cats howling at the window.
i am exhausted. the cycle is seemingly endless. go to sleep tired, wake up tired. summer is coming, sweet season with air like sugar, hanging heavy.
you are eloquent, elegant- your words fall from your lips so carefully picked. so lovely, lovely, lovely….
i wish you hadn’t run away, pretending your happiness. but i understand, i know you had to go.
i suppose i carry your truths.
itll be alright,
right?
