3.11.24

Remember when you said to me: "loneliness is the door"? Well here we are again, at its threshold, our knees in the sand, the ocean in front of us. 

Q: Was it so lonely to realize that everybody you've loved has only been human in the end? 
A: Yes. 
Q: And where will you go now? 
A: Where the words will take me. 

Speaking to yourself has been the only true conversation. You sat and you listened to the wind. You looked at the light, crossing over your hands, the tenderness in your bed. Pressing into each other like flowers on a page. 

Once I was writing to you. The world seemed alive then. I fold over myself again and again, until I forget who I am.