i don’t remember last night or writing this for you years ago

i like being alone


i like the way tea, silence and an empty room can sync together into

an emptiness that feels complete


then i met you


that night in the hammock

the rope and your arms holding me together

we didn’t say one word

that day


i like being alone



i like being alone with




i create

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