“Desire is movement rather than place… A sense of the beautiful hovering just beyond your reach.”*
He’s standing right there. Just grab him and hold him.
You stare straight ahead and for a moment, become lost in the sea of sameness surrounding you.
He’s sitting right there. Look at him and tell him.
You look off to the side and watch the world wander by.
He’s gone. Close your eyes and picture him.
Beautiful and fleeting, ghosting a hand just around your heart.
*quote from Daniel Mendelsohn’s The Elusive Embrace
Listening to: Florence and the Machine––Hurricane Drunk