12.06.03 - 6:29 PM
I am too quick to say goodbye, too busy becoming a whirlwind, a rush of colors in a photograph always moving always away, if you move faster than the world you can forget before you ever have to remember.
My memories are like phone chords weighing me down, I want to forget I want to forget I want to forget I want to stop lying.
I just want to move, concentrate on the heat of the highway and the way the graffiti seems to writhe, I just want the world to move to be too busy to think I never want to grasp a concept again.
Concepts are memories, we are all memories, I am a memory and I'd like to remember how to let go, please, oh god let me go.
These thoughts slur together and I think sometimes this means I am closer to being a mess of colors but then I realize it is the opposite, and then I realize I don't know what that means, either.
She says, "A comfortable friendship is when you are confident enough in each other to never have to say hello, and never have to say goodbye. You constantly know that they are there, that they care, and it is unecessary to see them every day, or talk to them every day. Because comfortably, they are always there."
I am also too quick to say hello.
Uncomfortable.
