something lost, nothing found
i lack the one thing that makes everything okay. we are, we are, we are useless. i keep telling myself that it’s more you than me. we never achieve and we never decrease. remaining stationary on this hill, neither up nor down - just averagely hanging about. the greatest words are the ones that we can never stop repeating. “our words can be lovers on the tips of our tongues.” say it once and say it good. i need a heart to love me and it ought to be yours. but my own will do for now. i never knew something so well as loneliness.
these old words become new again, then and now come together.
