Immeasurably More

That pretty ball of light is your head as I rip it off your body. Slash that was just a dream I had last night before commencing our 18 hour drive today.

Home. Home is exactly where I want to be.

Jesus, it was May 21st. Did You not see the signs held up on every corner in New York City or read the pamphlets all about how You were supposed to come back today? Why oh why did You not?

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Violet

violet makes me think violent

violently unfolding

I never wanted this

this is the way you make me feel

I've never wanted more

more time is what you said you need

but you'll never get there

there's this ache and I'm filling it

with more

more words, more hours, more truths

won't change anything

anything you say means nothing

if in the end it will only fade

fade away to black

and eventually back to violet