sometimes, i wish that we were glued. sometimes, i love you down to the very threads of my existance. there's more to you than the exterior. the shallow love that they can speak of, the love that exists purely in feeling moments that ring heavily and uncannily like the box office. your silence is more deafening than the others. your eyes speak louder than the songs of a thousand souls. and yet, your lips don't move. they act as a levy wall between your exterior and the swirl of emotions beneath. the emotions not even i can know. eyes flickering, mouth set, it's all fine. eyes blinking, mouth quivering, you're all fine. everything i am longs to know, needs to know. i seek solitude in your worry, your upset. i seek solitude in definition, the unequivocal statement, a valid linguistic measure of your trust. and yet, it does not arrive.
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