EXIT. || a story about love

prologue

Healing process begins with a shower

Bike to the museum so I can sit somewhere

Actually quiet

The woods are too close to the roads

And that place is too tender, for now anyway

How peculiar

For I'm almost certain that our conversation Results came out net

positive

Yet my body's reaction feels the opposite

Synthesis, has something gone amiss?

Reach out a hand

To touch the nettles as an entire refrain

Until it turns out

The leaves are rather weak

It seems as if it's easier to seek feeling immediate hurt

Look for the house by the church

I try to move forward, and start to revert into myself

The sound in the room overwhelms

And it swells

How it hurts

i house my own noise in the style of a shell

Is it worse

To share in the same space in this way

of

Sudden reverse?

And yet, and yet, and yet

The face becomes ugly and wet

It takes me a while to know what to get

Especially when this menu has excellent

Images, images, images,

images, images, images

To distract me from

Satiating what I came here for

Walk me to my steps instead of the door

Maybe it's not beneficial to draw parallels

But repeating the ritual helps

To a certain extent