act selfishly. the only profound act you could pull off succesfully: jealousy. and the only way to describe it is admitting that i now hate the beach and didn’t used to, so i’ll walk the two blocks back carrying the heavy reassurance that you’ll show up soon. you always do.
the taste - uncommonly sweet
the sound - inaudible speech
look down - the thought of your knees
bruised.
they were bruised.