anaj
until we die, where (even if there is an after life) we can no longer bring anything, we bring so much from one moment to the next. a heartbreak, a lesson learned, a friend, a debt.
rip it. rip it. rip it. like a toad's groans, his heartbeat told me repeatedly that i should win this time. even it told me to rip his/itself before he could, mine. again. and so i do this time, i walk away and not care. of course he comes back or i do, I'm not sure if it matters who. and it happens again and again. until we've ripped enough of each other that nothing beating is left.
a brick falls and it's the one that drowns and not she. i remember the song. and the houses made of this, blown down by wolves.