I sit I think I read I love I hate I think I never stop.

He soothes he quiets he sings he songs he writes and I reach.

Reaching drilling dying and trying

a million fevers and too many words. 

She lives and breathes and pulses she floats and fumbles and finds me.

I need I want I will I won’t, never and always.

A touch a miss a fire and it will never be.

Trying to find you again,

find you, finding me,

find me.

(Source: aquietjoy)