vacuum love
tell me again that we are reaching for each other now, that it is all going to be okay. i need to hear it. i need to remember that the way you and i are does not mean that always is an empty space, or that love is a vacuum and nothing more. i want there to be more. i want to ignore that there is romanticism in the desert scene, too. tell me i will be all right, won’t you please? for i cannot stand this liminality a single moment longer.

















