I am tired. I am true of heart!
You are tired. You are true of heart!

genius.

He timidly opens the door &peeks in. He`s wearing this colourful scarf &he introduces himself. "Hi, my name is Jose. I`m going to water the plants for you. It will be a long weekend." I mutter some thing to the effect of 'yes...please...gracias[?]' Jose is my favourite grounds worker, but he`ll never know. &that`s all right. Isn`t it? Is it all right to be favoured ambiguously? Is it all right for me to look just a little bit longer when I see a weathered face in hopes of catching sight of that scarf? "What`s your family like? When was the last time you were home?" What good can come from this innocent faithfullness?

What good comes from a foggy may day? It is colder now than it was this morning. &as I sit comfortably in a climate regulated square...is this my excuse for the state of my heart? Oh! SomeOne teach me what it means to love warmly again!

you shall know our velocity.

"I hung up the phone, jubilant, and threw myself into a wall, then pretended to be getting electrocuted. I do this when I`m very happy."