Having a window of clarity where the voices all reveal themselves to be other people from my past lives and I recall that I don’t know a damn thing about you, other than what you’ve previously said.
And every time I think or understand that we may never meet again it’s like some excited puppy in my mind is being told “no” and it understands.
Every time these hallucinations, these voices build me up, unwillingly, and I’m left face down in the dirt with this tragedy that is my affection for you.
Fuck.
This.