i had this therapist who had a certain expression when i talked about death & probably they did not realize it only i did i can have my head on your chest and hear your heartbeat lub dub lub dub and i still think about how we are all walking around like time bombs little worrisome wonders and i can hear laughter all the way down a hallway and still worry about you out there in the broad daylight walking around with all that love and i can be warm under quilts soft with sleep and still dream about what it will be like when everyone dies and i don’t know if i am broken or if i have too much fear or too much love is there a word for
Out here in the weird is where it’s at!