And we are all
incapable in our own ways.
Left to our devices,
we fall again and again
into this altogether familiar
not altogether uncomfortable
melancholy we remember
simply as
love
(without the inverted commas,
or fireworks, please).
We form our own
cliques and diatribes
because it's easier to
be a little less human
with social beings.
And because
secrets are nicer
when no one hears.
Safer
to know
someone might
understand.
Even if
just a
little.
. Arigato .
Monday, November 16
pat head means come rescue me.
according to
teandsympathy
at
2:54 am
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