a study.

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.

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