re struct

i'm sick of living like i know this place. let's play, let's live like our travel-selves. but here. why restrict? we restrict. unnecessary. trying so hard not to get hurt. reeeestrict.

i want to feel the pleasure of leaving because i don't have to stay.
to be still, i want you to teach and i'll do my best to itch the places you cannot reach.
teeth in pocket, a reminder of failure; each differ in method of removal. cara, i like that idea. some with gum and blood still attached, but others impeccably clean. in their place a well sewn seam. this last one, not so. the gap in my smile dances between the numb and infection. it's you. we'll see.

i walk to the station and almost step on a half eaten mouse.

'it is the curse of age, that all things are reflections of other things'
-neil gaiman, the truth is a cave in the black mountains