there is something so sorrowful i think i should feel now staring at a half empty bottle of echinacea root on my carpet as three shirts hang abandoned in my closet yes, i think... maybe after the Jack wears off and this simple feeling of relief and peace then maybe i might climb into one of those shirts live in it make it mine attempt to sniff out one last remembrance of that smell smoke and heat and love still lingering in the air as i try to forget so much shit packed in the driveway the most careful leaving of my life full of good wishes and good luck and failure and sorry and now now this... this feeling of peace this... moment of empty this... understanding nothing will be the same this... moment when i accepted that love is an image... a belief that cannot be sustainedBirth sign: Libra
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