Art by Camille 2016
It resonates after all, even after all this time. If you don’t think I absolutely know the trail that is left after all of this you are completely wrong. And it’s all delightfully refreshing, where I am right at this minute. Today. Right here. Right fucking now. I do remember what it’s like to have my chest begin to swell. You take a small part of the person every time it happens.
Its momentum walks me through piles of shallow gestures. The subtleties that seemed so penetrating. Not so much anymore.
I threw that key in the pool. If you want it, go fucking get it.
“Just close the door and let me do what I need.
Cause it’s better for us, If you just let me leave.”