i'm getting sick of crying. i am so in love with his person.. and it's like.. not worth it all to just sit here and cry about the lack of being able to show how i feel. therefore i keep it bottled up inside and the only way to let some of it out is right here. in this textbox that's seen millions of words like these before. and i'm betting mine don't matter any more than your's.

written in pencil in the sealed railway car

here in this carload
I am eve
with abel my son
if you see my older son
cain son of adam
tell him that I

-- Dan Pagis

i ♥ that poem.