Absolutely Miles Away …too many clouds, too little time…

a little mess number two

one day i would rather much,
no
very much,
no
incessantly
really like to
slip into that space between the curl of the delicate t
and the diagonality it lies next to

which can’t possibly bear to watch the hours pass any longer.  it is only one digit in an inescapable play, dramatised by ticks and tricks events happening to other people, one by one, all by all…

go to sleep.  you can’t stop time, even if you wish you could.
(if you could, i would love it if you could show me how…)

I am refusing to believe it’s number two.
It isn’t. Really, it isn’t.

If you find out, promise to tell me, too. There are moments you could live in forever, or at least three times as long.

mr. witness: a little mess, number one, exists in a real world.

ani: the whole world should possibly know. many people might enjoy it. possibly.

sort of, just a bit, you can think you can [stop time] if you jump with your eyes closed… if you don’t fall down, the world has stopped, just a bit… just for you

i wish it happened like that, peach!

I find this vignette pleasing too. I would like to see you write a series about inhabiting parts of letters.