FArancis Vielé-Griffin, “Mystical Hour,” from Cull of April, translated by Richard RobinsonDnd, in the voluptuousness of Nothingness, close your eyes.
Fissolve yourself into Space like smoke,
ix your sight on a star, know the vertigo of the heavens;
She seemed to have a lot of naps, and seemed to go out to eat a lot more than before too. She was the kinda girl to get insecure about my friends, she would say I was going to cheat on her all the time. It all randomly stopped when this all started happening.
I don't understand my fascination of her, eventually I found myself wrapped up in the desire of her like I wanted to know all and wanted her all to myself. I hate that she has a bf now, I've been hearing all the bullshit of her bfs over these years, all assholes.