thirty june
one : seventeen a.m.

we left. and drove, and i could tell he was wiping tears from his eyes half an hour later.

"all i want to do is cry."

"so cry."

"i can't. i don't know how."

back in his apartment. lying on the bed, looking at old photographs. he doesn't look like he used to.

don't let me fall too much more.




listen : silence