a lesson not yet learned

sunday 4th november @ 23:17

comfort food and online shopping. central heating and hot baths. cigarettes and old songs. "you have no power over me". prayers and rituals. you are my ritual. the girl with no name and the wide smile. my veins bled dry of forgiveness. target practice.

two can dance as one.

reading: american gods by neil gaiman

hearing: steely dan

wanting: material objects of no worth

fearing: no escape

was i here to teach you how to be loved? was i to learn from you how to love? in how many more lives will we meet and not learn these lessons?