1.14.2017

I’m trying to tell myself not to get caught up on the little things, the things that don’t matter

But I am keenly aware of the fact that a collection of the insignificant is what constitutes the intangible

And that the basis of feeling is immeasurable

 

So anxiety persists

(pink and white, pink to white)

The simultaneous is now the transitional

Your hair is shorter now and so is my attention span

But I still have the focus to take in the complexity of your irises, whether purple or green

Losing phone calls in the blankets: a pastime they will never understand

 

I am not alone when I am with you, but together we are a singularity

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