I can tin-plate my skin and heart against your impact, but always the cracks appear. Always, this slow shattering when the moon is full, or the sun is blinding.
It happens when I close my eyes. Or when I open them under water, or when I stand in the earliest morning, all surface and rain and disappearing.
All of the forgetting, and weights falling. As I dive back into the void.
(Loving you so often feels like letting go)
~ Kobi Yamada
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