just boil the kettle and make yourself a drink.
the sprinklers are on, and it seems like rain. the forecast is always wrong. 

vernon

This is not the sound of a new man or crispy realization
It's the sound of the unlocking and the lift away
Your love will be
Safe with me

your delicate introduction has turned bitter. you are right but your words are wrong. how can words be wrong? as merely tools they have no say in how they are used.
used. a means to an end. they're used.
you express what you want and give little thought to how vital each piece was to your puzzle. what do they really mean? what do you really mean? your words are wrong.

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"I know. It’s all wrong. By rights we shouldn’t even be here. But we are. It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going. Because they were holding on to something." — Sam, The Two Towers

so disheartening when i think i'm speaking loudly, then the person's like 'jsyk i can't actually hear you, i'm just pretending i can'.

oh.

“Beauty is no quality in things themselves: It exists merely in the mind which contemplates them; and each mind perceives a different beauty.”

- David Hume

salty lips and squeaky sand. the ice was sublime.
subtlety and wanting. your eyes grazed my face.
these small steps leave large prints.
not even a moment.