IT'S COOL WE CAN STILL BE FRIENDS

what if you feel like you want something so badly but don’t know how to ask for it? as if the words didn’t even exist. just the urge. grasping at abstractions. trying to hold it in your hand but the minute it is only what it is in your hand, it isn’t what it is supposed to be anymore

and to not be able to sleep. and to not know what your body is trying to tell you. your gut wrenching is a senile lassie, wandering close to the well but never quite barking directly at it. and a silent scream.