one more breath...

"sometimes afraid of reunion, sometimes of separation: you and i, so fond of the notion of you and i, should live as though we'd never heard those pronouns."

because i'm so tired of talking about "you", or her, or "i", when i'm always talking about just one thing. wanting to go back before we bit the apple of language, when it was just in our eyes and the serpent of speech was sleeping at our feet. this garden shrinks, our expulsion is written all over our weary hearts.

we, one-sided, mobius strip in and outside wish to get closer how do i hold my own back...how do i hold myself back. rush forward into you, preview, love this doesn't end with us.

"love does not begin with another person, nor end with that. it begins with the air the beloved breathes and never ends."