And the red water continues to shine.
It hurts some days.
Some everydays.
My mind is full today.
Even after all that loud catharsis.
That loud unpleasant discourse of silence.
Was it as good for you as it was for me?
No.
Drip.
Plop.
Groan.
Sigh.
At the mad edge of tears.
It's all so...
It's all so hard right now.
Tongue is blank.
Mind is tied.
I just want to hurt.
I want to hurt something...
Someone?
I want this dull throb of emptiness to...
Why does it have to be so hard?
Why does it have to be so uncertain?
Why
do I have
to be
so
u
s
e
l
e
s
s
All I can do...
Is whisper my love for you.
Hope it catches on the wind.
Brand my lust for you.
Hope it catches on wings of sin.
Make it count.
Make it work.
Make it real.
I guess...
because...
that's what love is all about.
Not romance.
Not perfection.
Work.
Worth.
Loss.
Mirth.
We'll get through this.
That's what Jonas wanted me to know.
