#this format is disgusting

[suarach]

"you: take five"

you are in my head, spread to the furthest reaches- so far- that I cannot write concisely about you.

five times starting, four finish, each time, with more anguish.

I have too much to say and don't know the way to write down just one train of thought.

it is as though my trains all crash trying to get through one tunnel.