She’s staring into space,
it must be black, he thinks,
black and full of swirly
things, her questions.
He wants to ask her
what she’s thinking,
but he won’t,
space scares him
too abstract,
too infinite,
he knows he’s
lost her.
…fear
You may also like
They will glide around the world and eventually all die, it’s only a matter of the eagles and what I am and […]
I ate a mushroom and waited for things to get going and they certainly did. First the road we were on suddenly […]
I woke up today more tired than usual, drank coffee and ate oreos and went outside and there was some sun and […]
The old 1998 internet dial tone plays on the Incubus track I’m listening to and I realise Incubus probably feel similarly nostalgic […]