i keep getting caught in chunks of memories
my favorite insert from a love letter written by vita sacksville-west to virginia woolf
“i miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal”
do you feel yourself ?
pressing my long red fingernails into the palm of my hand
i cant feel myself.
the tears streaming down my cheeks
the scraping on my hands is nonetheless a knock at the door for my mind
hello who’s there?
who is there?
i don’t know
none of this matters
i want this to all matter though
isn’t that the point
i know i’ll feel different in the morning
today has been everywhere
what color am i in your dreams