I am drowning in too much. Too much time, silence, trips to the fridge) . I miss beauty and rarity and those things you only got once, but that you did at least get. Like, holding someone's hand nervously, softly as the light is dimming and tomorrow will leave it mostly forgotten, but it will have fed your skin

our skin has many gaping little mouths, like naked baby birds, hungry

and pushed you forward just a bit, among the changing.