everything is different now .

This afternoon, the sky was the colour it is in this photo of fag and his fag-hag.

I have never been able to rid myself
of the urge to feel less
(alone)

This feeling has been
stuck in me

and it has made me sit outside
for years in the cold
wondering where the breeze will blow
me to

i press my ear against the wall
everyone is building shelters
and vaults