if you make sense sometimes, you're a prophet in this place. i just finished reading a book that took forever to read because it was fatuous, and then, I had an epiphany and took it in like a poor cousin. I patiently sat across from this poor-cousin-book, poured a cup of coffee for us and I tried to ignore the stutters, tattered sleeves and sideways glance to make sure someone was still listening.
I can't lie - being adored feels good, smooth and prevents fears that might have come to the surface to metamorphose as anxieties and unhappinesses. Love does buoy me, but surprisingly, it arrives disguised as strangers and people who have just started to know me. Lovers wash away, dissolve in an ocean of foam and forgetful objects.