not_so_silent_night raze if i were running for my life, these gusts of wind would still outpace me two to one. whatever's breathing down the neck of last night's backwash makes me question if i'm something flimsy being torn and i just can't feel it yet because i've gone to some other place in my head to blot out the pain of not quite being cleaved in two. it isn't a constant tearing. so i must be made of stronger stuff than the hands that are trying to separate me from myself were banking on. because hands do have plans of their own. mine aren't plotting against me so much as they're waiting to see what my next move might be. the better to furnish themselves with a reverence that's weatherproof. i always want to hold you just like that. 220219 what's it to you? who go blather from