how funny
it’s funny how one can fall in love with someone else in between the spaces of fonts on computer screens late at night when reading visions of girard and growing to know all about keroauc. when the dawn is fading into twilight and the children are all going home, following the commands of flickering lights. that is when i see you:your face hair eyes. and i remember that first day. when i wanted to know more about you and i wanted to follow you around. funny, i remember exactly where we stood and i practically knew the room number and it all felt so fucking real when you and i were there just the other day holding hands this time. it felt so real that i thought it must have been but how could i believe in something that seemed so far away for so damn long.
tell me your name.
if you’re real you’ll say the same thing twice.