in shallow tides in open waters the water slips through every crevice in my hand nothing is and do you think the lovers have everything they ever dreamed? do the lovers themselves lose the meaning of love? turn it into something transactional something found because of loneliness. sick of being a lover in a loveless world where the love i reach for is just beyond my physical ability to touch.
i’ve just had a ton of random bursts of inspiration. being alone is scary