Quickly, Now
And that’s the thing, you know: I’m so full of love. But when I can’t funnel that love into a person, an individual I adore who sends me over the moon, I turn that love to things, to places, to single moments. New York, cigarettes, long baths. All this love manifests into the mundane, sitting and waiting until he comes around. And I hope he hurries.
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