This short piece is a follow-up of To Press (S)end. I hope you enjoy.
A moment to reflect, a moment to wonder.
It has consumed me like a study.
Looking back at who we were as a photograph & seeing who we could be as a dream. Either way, it would just be theory.
So in drunken delirium, I enjoy us as we are now. The confusion of bitterness consumed in sweet satisfaction.
A love so raw that I couldn’t drink it down. So instead, I’ve written it down – spilled ink on scrap. A study of my own.
And all I am
all I have
doesn’t even matter now
I can’t understand why I feel this way
But I do
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