Just once, just only for once. I want you to take me somewhere. I want to go into the forest where trees reach for the sky, taking all of beauty’s breaths. Where you spent years and where you became a shape. There might be a pond we’d push one another into. It might be black and soggy but we would immediately get out to do it over again. Lost together and just once, you would look over just standing there after we played as we once did as children. So kindly you’d let me see this forest that no one would think to know of. You would have never thought to show something so innocent but for some reason we would stand there and for just once I would spin around to take in the becoming of the season. Then with our bodies being parallel to each other and with my reaction combined with yours, we would feel something unfamiliar.

—My diary or brain or something

It’s when the things that can never be certain have truths. There are no truths but sometimes there are and you can feel it. That’s how you know you’ve been out of your mind. We live in a dream, but some of it is real.

—My brain or heart or something

I do love you, but you must know how much more I love the empty streets.

—My brain or heart, or something.

Two weeks ago I followed a man. He didn’t know that I had been doing so nor will he ever know of it. If this man were to have turned around and stared me directly in the eyes he then would continue to not have an idea. I stalked him long enough to enjoy the mystery of our walk with the streets we both decided to take. I could see him entirely yet I only remember him from the shoulders up. I had no judgments his being and thought nothing of his name. Greeting this man was of no interest to me. This walk distracted me from the millions of movements happening around us. It was all that mattered for such a brief period of time. Eventually I turned from his path and I woke up. This is the romance you’ll never lose.