Wednesday, June 7, 2017

Rick, forgive me for doing this in notes; I’m not strong enough to do it in persons.

I realize now that I’m attracted to you for the same reason I can’t be with you: you can’t change.

And I have no problem with that, but it clearly means I have a problem with myself.

I’m sure there’s no perfect version of me. I’m sure I’ll just unify species after species and never really be complete.

But I know how it goes with us. I lose who I am and become part of you. Because in a strange way, you’re better at what I do without even trying.

Yours, and nobody else’s, 


Monday, June 5, 2017

These OId Bones

I just suck the fun out of everything. Day by day, the flavor gets muted and the sensation... is far from what it was. I am tired and yet I do not exert enough effort. I am disappointed by so many things. These emotions are not doing me any good.

Sometimes I feel that I do not care enough about the things that really matter and that I put too much weight on things that don't. I am stuck in a roundabout and I'm running out of gas. I think I need to rest these old bones. What you do, what you feel, what you think, along with your sins are not my burden anymore. They are not mine to carry -- the same way that I don't give you a cross to bear.

Talk is cheap. Let's just keep quiet.