staring up at the water shooting out at you. if you never close your eyes, things can never sneak up on you. or away from you. or. just away. but then you have eyes that are red from being drowned. from being lost in a desert of air. so. you. wander the studio in cotton and fur. silk robes and old man slippers. coffee in a martini glass. red wine in a mason jar. stare out the window. lean out the window. then there is smoke and pigeons and yelling 5 stories down. i live in solitude without you.
sometimes i think that it's impossible that there could be a future. thereisapast.thereisrightnow.butafuturwhereeverythingcouldbedifferentandyoumightbegoneorimightbefartherawayandwhycantthingsjuststaythesamebutmaybejustalittlebetter.
but there has to be a future.
and you have to close your eyes.
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