I Wish I Was Free, My Own Being, Steering My Own Ship Wherever. Instead Im On A Water Ferry With The

I wish I was free, my own being, steering my own ship wherever. Instead I’m on a water ferry with the rest of the town. We’re all headed to the same dock.

I’ve lost count of the times I’ve contemplated jumping into the water and swimming to the closest shore, running from thereon, drenched, famined but free nonetheless.

I’m sorry for assuming you liked me as much as I liked you.

She, in fact, didn’t assume erroneously. This was one of his most favorite things about her: her receptivity, if not delusion.

He was coward, however. It would take years of maturing for him to finally reflect on his past decisions (or lack thereof) with regret and grief. By then, she would have moved on, settled down, reared a family. He’d be left with the sole company of what-ifs.

I’ll be like “It’s only light flirting” and then they are all I think about, both consciously and otherwise.

dangerous visuals 🪽

for @jkvjimin 🤍

your absence is palpable

there's a gaping hole where the knife used to be

you were the knife right before it was excised

you used to impale me, penetrate me, saturate me, 'til there was no hem between our flesh and blood

symbiotic, we used to be

now it is I who remains, though not for long, as i can tell i'm wasting away in this silence, in this absence