2012-03-16
echo heart chamber
Sometimes I still feel you tugging at me, calling me back to you. When I feel it, it's uncanny, how much your longing feels like that which I have held inside myself for so long. And then I realize that I'm really just sensing my own longing, my long lost foreverago yearning, echoing back at me in this bare corpus. Time and space has distorted and muffled all once-resonant sounds. It's me, just me.
Nothing will ever be the same. This is always the case, across all time. But sometimes that difference matters more than others. I can't undo this adulthood and everything that comes with it-- all the maturity, the loneliness. Everything counting. I'll never be the same.
leesah-likes at 8:14 p.m.