missing longing nostalgia// forget about the analysis// understanding, layers of words// to protect, to heal, to overcome// but what, why not just accept// that it is this loneliness pot// that gets watered when we are in each others presence//
my chest feels nourished, my body waters like greased machine, making me roam inside
I remember noting a man's presence by the window, who was neither looking nor finding, but just spending time. being there. I felt comfortable knowing that he wouldn't approach me or invade my space. I was gone for some time, maybe even 30 minutes, I didn't even notice his presence anymore... then I felt like some nice beer, I still had two hours to go (more like kill), so I went to the bar, waiting for my beer... that's when he struck a conversation with me
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