“oh my god.” you said that once, but i’m hearing it again, this time from a different face. "oh my god" again.
almost every person i’ve met is made up of pieces of people i knew. prosthetic memories sewed on in place of limbs. i see it once and it all comes back. i see my lovers, i see my friends, i see them all come back again. but i know it won’t be that long before they fade away, tucked within, and reappear on another rotation.
they’re never their own entity until they disappear...until then i always compare them to the past. that will never last.
what do they see when they look at me? who do they see when they look at me? who do they see?
“oh my god.” you said that once, but i’m hearing it again. this time i’m in a different place. oh my god. i am waiting for the snow to fall. i'm waiting for the snow to fall. i want it to be daylight savings so i can set my clock an hour ahead and move on.