Words

standing still. in the middle of the carousel. faces. legs. bottles. arms. in the incredibly loud spinning freak show orgy of everyone you know and don't know. and you.
7 hours later. there is the black and the black and white. dust in the sheets. the crackling radio. spilt coffee. bruised ribcages.
a half a year ago. there were eyes moving closer. in the present. there are hands pushing and hands pulling.
youtakecaregottagoiloveyouhaveabeautifulday.
words written in melting ink. letters kept inside empty novels. phantom postcards from places that will never exist. because you will never be good enough.
and so.
you still. stand still. in the middle of the carousel.