ZM

How I could wax eloquent on dichotomies and disturbances. How I could question at length the nature of connection. And how I could reproach myself for the unfairness of needing to keep somebody at a distance, but never out of sight.

For the time being, I’ll appreciate the blessing. Selfishly.

This is unguarded frankness.

Come back tomorrow and I might be normal again.

Did he say 'normal?'

Night.