i spend all my hours waiting for something to happen that i know won't happen. that is the sum of my laziness.
have a little sleep.
write an empty post.
feed you a line.
pretend he's not around.
listen to the latest song.
somewhere in my brain there is something that's not waiting, i know it. and i once wrote him in a poem. gazing out to sea, drinking a little wine, brushing sand off my skin, enchanted with the day.
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