Enthalpy

Having someone who loves you. It passes. Comes and goes. Is in and out again, before you realize it’s there and gone.

What does admiration take to flourish? I’d love nothing more right now than to have someone knock down my door, look me in the eye, and tell me that I’m kickass. That I’m the only sack of human meat that matters. The sky could petrify and fall and I’d still be the only matter to tend to. To them. Just look at me, they’d say. Just look at me and we’ll be fine.

Lately though, it’s all ebb. Everyone is leaving, moving back into the eternal ocean from which possibilities come crashing. Friends move on and out. Away. Forgetting this one. Everything is leaving. Noun verb adjective. Denoting loss. Moving out. Away from meaningfulness. A page can give no body heat. Enthalpy.

Solitary and literary.

No two things in the universe touch. Did you know that? It’s true.