i dream about the girl i am in the future. i kill the girl i am of today. i'm gone, and i'm here, i am her, i dream of her. i dream of her skin, i dream of her scars, i dream of her aged sun-damaged skin
you've lived this moment over and over for all it's worth like a xerox of a xerox of a xerox you're the sun burning through the epidermal layers of my flesh my tattoo bright and clear like the day i got them you are self-harm scars from ten years ago striping your arm, crying crimson a tongue travels across the length of your limbs like weathered roads slowly, and carefully the end of all things, you will bark like a wounded dog you will whine like a wounded dog you will fall silent like a wounded dog this is where all paths return this is where you must diverge away from any road familiar to me but I would like to dream of marriage for one more night sweet heather-maria, let's recite your rites one last time ... goodnight... and goodbye rain... may we meet again another day Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Lo