fourteen july
three : seventeen p.m.

so you couldn't handle it. you couldn't handle it or me or anything before me. and so you go into hiding.

"i may not talk to you or see you for a while. i need time to empty. you may get a letter. until i see your face..or your words, goodbye. i'll think of you. it may be while. the silent treatment begins."

goodbye to you, too.




listen : birds outside