Jan 11, 2018
it is still the most interesting to think about the most beautiful person you knew a few years ago and realize that all of the shine and all of the charm and every shape on their skin carved by the universe that you pined and died to trace your finger across- is gone now.
Every minute of that one hot summer and maybe the autumn of that other year-
well you can hardly remember but you know it happened because when you see the pictures of the person you think about writing words like these.
You think about writing about the absence of longing because you are happy and your world isn’t crumbling with your insides reaching out for that person who used to be the most beautiful person you could think of




















