I wonder if somewhere just outside the corner of my thoughts the halves of my brain argue with each other. I wonder what they’d argue about if not about how much I can give in to so many things at once. Such a weird thing to have my chest caved like an abyss and playfully try to pull in as much water as it takes for me to drown.

I wonder if in that same space where neither thoughts nor action exist the pieces of me left behind struggle to become memories. And if so, I wonder what their opinions are about how afraid I am to let them go. Maybe they know I can’t come back to them and laugh at my futility, time moves on from me, it could never care. Sand must be washed so my coasts can be made anew, the borders of me are changing and I’ll change with them.

So many things to talk about, I want you here because I can’t really be there right now. “Witness me“, he said, whilst fading away like a good perfume.