eraser

all this noise to say nothing at all
all this silence to mean nothing at all
all this space to drown in
crushed between the walls of the apartment
between the earth and the sky

si tu étais là, j'aurais su. this is the exercise we do in class: conséquence temporelle.

gray afternoon.
a deep hole needs to be filled.
bring anything, fresh dirt, sand, easy illusion, late night, useless ambition
i have none of it

thread me through a needle, sew me into something new. my habits are still mostly the same. seamripper days of coming undone

board the métro, shake the hands, sneak into the consulate, watch the play, listen to the music bad/good, read the book, turn the page, just please don't stop moving or you might lose your mind

go to see madame parent, go to check out the latest japanese glove technology, read on the metro and motion sickness and claustrophobia be damned, otage de ma tête, elle ne me laisse pas tranquille, elle n'a pas envie de demordre. go fuck yourself, claire