I said maybe
I thought almost
There was something about him that reminded you, or me. Maybe you and me.
The madness in the eyes, the unruly hair. The fragmented, almost absent breath.
It was there, and it’s gone. How can I explain, how can I put in words the entire collection of thoughts that explodes in the air.
Now it’s not here, now it does not exist, you’ve been here for a moment. And you went somewhere else.
I’m confused. Forgetting, pruning thoughts, repressing emotions. Cutting in the living flesh: It’s not good enough, it will not interest anyone. that does not interest me. your life. My life, my thoughts.
A huge, endless screen, words flying from all sides, shouting at me without sound, bright colors, changing.
