He Is No Longer Mine To Lose,

The Memories Seem Like Snapshots From Someone Else’s Life.

I’m Not The Hana Everyone Told Me I Would Be After My Cure.

Amor Deliria Nervosa. The Deadliest Of All Deadly Things.

Time Becomes A Stutter-the Space Between Drumbeats, Splintered Into Fragments, And Also Endlessly Long, As Long As Soaring Guitar Notes That Melt Into One Another, As Full As The Dark Mass Of Bodies Around Me. I Feel Like The Air Downstairs Has Gone To Liquid, To Sweat And Smell And Sound, And I Have Broken Apart In It. I Am Wave: I Am Pulled Into The Everything. I Am Energy And Noise And A Heartbeat Going Boom, Boom, Boom, Echoing The Drums.

My Heart Is Fluid And Soaring. There's No Longer Any Space Between Heartbeats.