I listen
I am safe and comfortable
I can make it better
laying on my breast reminds you of your mother
This is not love.
This is understanding, comprehension, acceptance
You are not used to this, I know
but loving the way I make you feel about yourself is not the same as loving me
I am more than what I am to you

the universe is filled with empty space because we are made of play-doh and paper and
everything we touch destroys us.
We are piles of scrapes and bruises and no amount of healing in the world will save us god forbid we have one more atom to bump into

As it is
Is as it was
Is where it should be.
Nothing arbitrary, nothing haphazard
Helter skelter
Skittered
gone.

Set
path
plan
placed
perfect

Valhalla
Zion
Nirvana’d Welkin Blue Yonder
Paradisiacal Elysian Upper Empyrean Celestial Sphere
All very fuckingineffable.

We are everywhere we have ever been.
We leave ourselves behind

Thoughts
      Words
               Flesh
               ­       Skin
                           Hair
                                 Sweat
                                         Oil
Traces immeasurably small, permanent
We are in the cracks between floorboards
Smeared onto walls. Stressed into upholstery.
We are microscopically ever present. There is no getting rid of us.
Breaking down. Rotting out of our casings.
Daily decomposing.

Your DNA fills your home. Every place you have ever visited.
Let this be a comfort.