all internal chatter, patches for a virtual quilt
You could ink yourself until everyone knows all the things you love. You could wear uniforms that gave you all the authority in the world. Lose weight until there was nothing left. Paint the face. Suck in your gut. But in the dark, stripped down to your bones, all that remains is you.
But sometimes you just want to be taken care of.
I got your 2 songs and Autumn card, all in one day.
You’re lucky you’re over there you know.
If you were here, I’d probably crush you with the force of my hug alone.
Here’s a virtual bone-crushing hug anyway.
*HUGSTIGHTLY
Love,
L.
Just because you know exactly what to expect when it hits you,
and you laugh at how ridiculous you can feel over someone’s smile,
or how silly it is to have your tummy do flips when he’s near,
and you just bear with it because you know it won’t last,
and you play along just for fun,
just because you know that once you’ve gone through the whole routine,
all absurdities will stop,
and you’ll be sensible again,
doesn’t it make it any less sad when it all finally ends,
because you knew from the very beginning it was always the idea,
and never him.
but we all love the idea of possibilities, no matter how far-fetched.
“… all they say is, it’s such a waste of time …” — FANFARLO