twenty-four september
twelve : eleven a.m.

he disappeared and reappeared with an "i think you'll like these" and a hardback book. he remembers my photographs.

i don't know what i'm doing. i can't remember where i parked her car but i can finally see my breath in the air. my muscles aren't mine; i'm not controlling my hands.

i'm falling in love with everyone, and no one's falling in love with me.

it's so easy for them. there's a beginning and a middle and an end. they can finish.