the day

just this huge day. this space doesn’t exist anymore. when one sets limits one signs the dying certificate. not death, cos the process takes some time. when (another) one invested so much in something this (another) one cannot suddenly accept death. but (another) one is (pain)fully aware of dying. hahahaha. good words are still good, but not (good) enough anymore. i don’t know what could replace/ restore/ re-make this space. but it's funny... its circularity, regularity, perfect timing. just perfect. i like short numbers, i would have hated fractions.

(em)body

even the hairs on my arms are tainted with you. when i swallow my stomach spins. i feel like throwing up.