I often retrace how I fell at night—back to a time before me, before everything. I keep falling into it, endlessly, tirelessly: skin, blood, light, cracks. Nothing is clear. I cannot stay. Far from myself, watching you.
[un]forming

I often retrace how I fell at night—back to a time before me, before everything. I keep falling into it, endlessly, tirelessly: skin, blood, light, cracks. Nothing is clear. I cannot stay. Far from myself, watching you.