come along with me; say “love,” breathe “hello,” train your ears on the echoes of my breathing; there is no such thing as running away, because wherever we go we are running forward.
spontaneous and unwarranted, a bit like dreaming of an escape (journey)
i can be alone; i have been alone for quite some time; it’s fine, i will be alone, but don’t worry. you don’t have to pretend, you don’t have to stay up, you don’t have to console me when i want to cry— but thank you anyway.
it's a thank you for someone who will never read it
i made a promise— a shackle, a chain, a weight to bear— inked it into my skin, let it hover behind my throat; a secret agreement; so why do i feel like my chest is an eternity and a fortnight lighter?
