it came to me, the air light, the sky open: I’ve never regretted anything before. This is what it feels like to regret.
raspberries belong to childhood summers as much as in the pond belongs a reflexion.
It made me cry, that almost memeory, that almost connection.
That song belongs to the two of us as much as the moon belongs to day-only halfway.
deal the cards, see how they lay.
hello self-it’s funny. I think in some ways, we have just met