The fuck did I do?

Plenty, is the answer, but before that? When I was just a ball of energy and wanted to see you as soon as possible and as often as possible?

Voices say the boys in your study abroad program would have tried to murder me. Maybe this is leading up to a confession of someone that was actually murdered, who knows, but as far as my life goes that makes twice now that I’ve dodged a bullet, if what they’re saying is true.

But being someone “Norwegians” can’t stand? What right does this voice have to speak for all of Norway in my mind? Pretty big ego, no?

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Separate thought:

https://www.instagram.com/reel/DSFs7_YCuB9/?igsh=MWJvNTRhbWUzazR0Yw==

This is a video of James Baldwin and I assume his wife. James eventually came out of the closet, or at least he was known to be homosexual, so this video is particularly powerful to me as it says in my mind that he could only give this woman that loves him his spit and vinegar but at work he’s all polite and smiling to his white superiors and they like him for it.

I don’t only have spit and vinegar for you, and if I have any left maybe I can put it in writing.

I’m saying that like we’re gonna get back together…

I’ve been inundated with visions/hallucinations of meeting you at the airport. Taking you all in with all of my senses, or you hitting me up with an address and I make my way there to finally have you in my arms.

That ain’t spit and vinegar.

That right there is honeyed words haha

Sweet nothings, if you will.