amphi.bi.ology

all these tiny bits of life, parts of that Life we all cling on, round me seem so very remote, pulsing away on the other side of the mirror. they say that i took it for granted and showed no true attachment since I let them stray. yet, somehow, through this haze of bluntness, I see just how frail the links are.

cuz, on days like this, when remembrance is the key word, I feel it all: the stinging gaps, the undeserved words of fondness, the incapacity to preserve the ‘real’.

but, what the fuck is this real? please, can something be more overrated than this? I’m here now, but the slightest gaze towards your fingers is enough for me to be gone.