I peel a sunburn scab, and feel nothing from daylight drunkenness. I've missed her for hundreds of days. The rope burns of vacillation are just a handful of more and newer scars to remind me of my inadequacy. I try to mute my desire beneath hydrogen and helium rainfall. The dazzle usually only serves to remind me of her brightness. It mixes with my sweat and blood and zinc oxide, and smears my faltering faith into unrecognizability.
11:31 p.m. - 2015-02-17
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