staying power.

i have four minutes and thirty-nine seconds of him playing guitar; he gave it to me one time, late late at night. almost morning, maybe it was. i was tired and slightly ajar from a vague sorrow. i know, i'm prone to these things. pointless (yet sharp...yet...blunt) falling off a mood swing.

...something like why do you keep falling from your swingset? is your swingset broken? are the links in the chain warped?...

anyway, it is real and beautiful. and it made me want to be close to him. and it made me feel closer to him.

still does, too.