2013-07-24
why
some day
i will be some one else
and i won't even remember
what it was like
to be who i am now
and all of my current yearnings and despairs
which feel so present and textured to me now
they will mean absolutely nothing
to that future self.
that is the, my, existential truth.
and no matter how many years
i spend with you
i will always be alone
here trapped in this body of mine
heart caged
and you equally impenetrable.
leesah-likes at 9:21 a.m.