I wrote in rage..
As if my body would break into tiny fragments if I did not write to you,or I would burn up and my ashes would fall into unknown waters
So the pen and the paper and the typing and endless gaze. I didn’t want to lose what I felt. I didn’t want to lose you. I didn’t have you but that’s another thing. One can have without having. Own without touching. One can have nothing and everything. So,US.