I remember you crawled into my bed at night even though you were supposed to be on the floor. Wrapped your arms around me I turned around and put my hand where your heart was. We were flawed. It made us perfect. It's midnight. I'm at the beach. The round bright moon creates white ripples on the cold, foamless sea water. My feet are enveloped in ice and thick, floating sand. The black sky is carelessly splattered with stars. I remember, we were here. You were there. A mass of flesh and bone. I had on your jacket even though it wasn't cold. It is now. |
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And if you gaze long into an abyss, the abyss gazes also into you - Nietzsche
I was worried it sounded weird.
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Writing is like going to the bathroom; once you start you just can't stop.
the last two lines, especially.
keep writing, dude.
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