this feels like holding a dream in your hands. my eyelids are heavy and achy with kajal. I don't claw at my body where it expands. time and time again I have been faced with fleetingness. this is maybe just something that slips between my fingers and falls through. but I'm living in it. breathing in it. my eyes are dry.
the sooner the better, right? I thought my hurt would remain stubborn for longer. i mourn i ache i let it stoop low when it tires. my heart under my palm, tattered but beating beating beating. slow. steady.
one day when you manage to seperate your ache from love you'll see in the void of your bated breath how much we really meant.
April 11
