"I feel like my organs are just going to explode
and my heart is going to be the only thing you'll recognize."
spontaneous human combustion and all
but really he asked how much longer,
with the dead leaves kicking out from under our tires.
We are smaller than we used to be,
in terms of capacity
in terms of how much more we can keep contained.
he's over six feet tall and feels that way-
i'm less delicate than i feel.
like our bones belonged to each other's bodies
when are we going to start communicating something impressive?