merge raze i fade out with the fuel that weighs me down and makes me move filling my lungs. everything is blurry and bright when i open my eyes in a hospital bed. the doctor asks me how many fingers he's holding up. i see six and say five. he tells me i'll be fine. when i am myself again, i return to a room that swells with the sound of my own voice. we walk with our cheeks pressed together. skin on skin. sun merged with moon. it's so much simpler than it sounds. when you want to be close to someone, nothing can stand in your way. not even death. 250619 what's it to you? who go blather from