Poetry from last week. Late night inspirations: friends in love, moments with Mr. Phantom, social anxieties.
In vague chronological order.
i stripped myself of all regrets and sterilized my life of guilt the world lacks the strength to hold me i am a ghost in my own city
if you are a monster, then i am a god. we are neither of us made for this kind of love. if we are angry, destructive & weak, then this love isn't meant to be. and so then we are we are better. we are more human. we are more.
"utilitarian sociability" + "selective attention" + "individualistic pursuits" = me
Plus a whole essay on my inability to say yes to the good things in life.
i like it best. when you've got your lips pressed against the back of my neck; your arms wrapped gentle around my waist and your heart steady beating. we are, best.
One: I’m done with NMAT.
Two: I’m not done yet with our thesis, special projects and other academic work.