9:51 PM

the answer isnt hidden between casual conversations and at the end of bitter bottles. or along lines of poetry i'll never finish. its not there either when i say i love you like im hailing a cab. how can i be tender in the way you like and not like an open wound. how can i say i want this when i dont want be touched. if the world spins too fast all i know is to throw up. motion sickness got the best of me during long drives. i want to go back to when i was small enough to carry after sleeping on the passenger seat. back to when my body was still sacred and mine.