05.

and you are like

the suitcase sitting in my closet

drowning under the numerous

fingers and arms and feet and limbs

of my heart and soul and love and

i wish i could just

buy a train ticket and just go to

a place where the throat of the

mountains roar and the elephant

grass grows above my head and

when i get there i’ll

throw this old candle to the side

and scream into the wind and

become the rain and the wind and

the air rushing out of my lungs and

you said to me that night

good bye i’m leaving and then there

was nothing but silence and that

silence was noise, the loudest noise

i have ever heard and that’s when i knew


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you meant it.