if love were subtraction youd be long division.

we are young, we are silent, we are speaking in abstractions, touching with the way our eyes move, kissing when our hands brush. we will not reach for anything. it has got to be placed in our hands. and when it is there we will sit and think of how nice it is for something to come straight to us, without any effort. we will spend the day in silence, sitting forever, waiting for everything else to fall into place. we cant move until it does. we cant move. we cant.

i am tired of this i am tired of myself i am tired.