Extreme joy and extreme pain feel quite the same
Like the two depart and go separate ways around the earth until the meet in the middle again
Turning down a soft bend becomes a full regression.
To have lived so long, as I have, in the back end of the hour
I kept finding things of yours rolled and wadded up
Like when my little brother and I stuck out hands in gap under the base boards and found some wadded up news paper clippings from another time
I’ve had my doubts
But why take the doubt out of love?
The trees softly hissing unde our low voices
I am, for once, fully in my body
Trying to remember misery is like trying to remember a recurring dream.
And I have you to thank for that.
Savanna 