A short follow-up of To Press (S)end.
A moment to reflect, a moment to wonder.
It has consumed me like a study.
Looking back at who we were as a photograph & seeing who we could be as a dream. Either way, it would just be theory.
So in drunken delirium, I enjoy us as we are now. The confusion of bitterness consumed in sweet satisfaction.
A love so raw that I couldn’t drink it down. So instead, I’ve written it down — spilled ink on scrap. A study of my own.
Originally published at amerylloi.wordpress.com on July 12, 2015.