mires.

Closeness that only the most intimately tied can have, and yet we are the most separated beings.

cars in the middle of the woods.

friendship?

laughing, and realizing what happened.

The most painful fall of a lifetime, for it is written in the law of relational beings that it must end in death.

what went wrong? I fell into the mire of love and its grasp on me is unrelenting.

I try to crawl out, grasping at the things around me.

Yet late nights and foggy windows grab me and drag me down.

im falling. Grasping for air, but all I can see is you swirling around me.