this is the way we become like ghosts;

June 29th, 2004 · 0 comments

spaces become smaller when you are gone. (they fold in around the absence of you. bewildered. pointless.) it is my careful presence that expands these rooms. we fill them up. we spread them outward.

a deep, true laugh. a careless hand.
 
Mood: outlines like echoes.

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