Entropy is a variable of existence. Time is not. Time is a measure of entropy. Time is the only real currency of humanity. Spend it Bide it Find it Waste it Give it Lose it Make it Take it Try as you might though you cannot buy it
I know now,
that the muffled pressure in the dark space
of your car was us screaming into the silence:
I don't really know you,
but I want to.
I want to love you.
We were so so wrong for each other.
I know now,
that the drip burn of candle wax on the back of my hand
was you saying:
It hurts.
This not-quite-fitting-together,
but wanting it so much.
I know now,
that the sound of your receding footsteps
are louder than whispered cries of:
Stay. Please.
And I know why.
I know why we were silent
when we should have screamed.
I know why we could never,
would never, fit together.
I know all of the whys,
now.
After.
only in sleep can I speak through the static stretched diaphanous in fact it's just the mind plays tricks out of habit and I'm old hat (love) I know that but the flame's unextinguished each distant star still being mapped . unskinned (I remain) a torch longing lit and adoring
Somebody That I Used To Know by BadgersWife, literature
Literature
Somebody That I Used To Know
It's times like this (week, I suppose), that I really wish I had a better bead on you. I wonder whether or not it would be beneficial to see you in person and have the opportunity to talk to you one-on-one. Read your expressions and mannerisms as I try to find my voice.
I often think of writing you with a million different things. Questions and rants and musings and remembrances. But I can never decide whether or not I want you to read them. Or whether I want a reply. I suppose, truthfully, what I want is the perfect reply without ever sending anything in the first place. A confession that you need that piece of me too. The friend yo