dear E: don't fuck this all up for us.

the electronic message wraps around me. it's a flannel blanket, woven with your heartstrings and the plushiness of your voice. in this state of ambivalence, i can't help but to think everything will be normal soon.

your hands, your steady hands, they fly and die in the air. the ruby rock glittering on your ring finger trails along with the blurring lines, hypnotizing me. all eyes are shut, but not mine. this is your moment and nobody's paying attention but me.