went back, exhumed some.
found a genuine curiosity and pressing unique to love and only love.
saw the devout and frantic nervous words of trying to capture the mass overthrow of mentality caused by hungry and ravenous hearts. needing and knowing nothing else. not just the visage but the all-around tidal velocity undertow of her.
i kept the other half too. words where i'd see the deception of intent there. forcing effort just to posture them on a platform that was suitable for communication. untrustworthy; vultures swarming.
i'm in neither here,
and i missed my ship.
stockholm syndrome is real.