My anger takes a deep breath.
I stare at a white fireplug while
exhaling. We are adorable
when we buy the album and
get all of their autographs.
It’s likely that I will never
see you again. I slam my
hand down onto the note
book and scream my
cat’s name. We are the
Curiosity Twins, hounded
by love. Well, I can only
speak for myself. I’m
learning to only speak
for myself. This is called
gracious living. However
much we are related. Esp
ecially the keyboardist.
“I’ve lost my passion,”
I tell him. He makes a
note of it before encouraging.
This from a chitchat. Also
edgy. Yesterday, moody,
melancholy, but not horribly so.
