1:23 am . ruler
is there a way to negate
the shake of our heads?
the turn of our heels?

a turn of the head, a halt of the heel.
these simple acts which would signal
some kind of resolve, some chance
that i would spend winter
in your territories.

i can't relent. i know you regret this.

but you're just the fixation
which saves me from suffering
through & through & through
this existence.

nostalgia . uncertainty