crazy it's been so long. i've always liked this place. it feels safe.

you know, my words feel safe in some places but disgusting in others. trust. it's a funny thing.

i love breathing, as a child i breathed all the time. and then when we left a kind of unease crept in and breathing was not easy anymore. i struggled more and more as i aged, coughing, wheezing, taking shallow breaths and at last learning to take small breaths every once in a while. a gust of air when all alone.

she was respiration and you were hydration.

memory serves me nothing but feeling remembers more. you always take up more space, i can't simplify you, you will not let me box you in. you expand until, once again, the moon and stars and galaxy all become a piece of your tapestry and i sense the expanse of your reality and know that you are a simple being. a complex pillow. i can't mention you simply, can i. yeah, that's my fault, or maybe it's a feeling.