when my father bought me my typewriter, he said to me "this is a machine, if something stops working then we can replace it. it will never be broken" it made me start to think about how our bodies are like machines: they can never be truly broken. we may feel hurt or be unhappy, but in the end there is always something you can replace.
i'm here on the outside, but on the inside i am very very far away
my eyelids fit together so nicely
they are like the moon and the tides: attracted to each other, constantly pulling.
but still you ask for more. you ask for everything i can give you, but right now i cannot. right now i need to sleep and to be well.
