Sometimes it is a pit in my stomach. And sometimes it is a hunger that cannot be satisfied. Sometimes it is the comfort that you do not deserve. So you give it to the new world. This world feels like "Stop!" lurch in your stomach. That unexpected flower in the road. The happiness you want to make yours. Rosy and warm...and distant. God, so distant.
How can I talk when I have no words? How can I believe when there are no gods? How can you run when you have no legs?
Dreams. dreams.
This world is fine.
You know what the smell of love is?
It is strands of hair. Primitive and earthy.
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