What has become of this…, a slow entangled web of everything and nothing bound together by fear, comfort and craving. One novel with two different endings, penned in full by one…and created in real time by the other. A yearning for explosion but an admission of defeat…Hope washes away with the drop of each tear, an unspoken knowing neither will address. A question of your desire and a realization of mine. A need powered by passion, yet swallowed up in pride. A distance forms…confidence a mere mirage in memory, still…very much, leaving me thirsty.
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