I’m sleeping on the floor in a hotel in Okinawa, my friend keeps launching herself onto my futon in her sleep, it took me ~3 hours to look at that photo of you because you are incredibly hot and it’s fucked up and I want you.
water
there is a healing power of water
there is a healing power of showering after midnight
showering before you sleep
getting fresh for the dreaming
there was a specific day in march where I took several showers
there was a specific day where I drank between 3 and 4 litres of water
and the thirst wouldn’t stop coming
and I got off at the wrong stop
by the airport without realising
just stood there for a long time staring at the internet via different coloured squares on my phone
in march I let the water fall on to me and on to me and on to me
in march I thought of the beach where I grew up and imagined myself happily existing there, just below the surface, breathing comfortably, being naked inside the water, happy and alone forever.
just walking around thinking like, ‘I can’t breathe’ and
waiting for my phone to vibrate
but it’s hard to feel sexy when you haven’t digested anything in ~3 weeks
i’m okay but feel like it’s been a long time since i’ve been held by someone. i’m at least like 90% water right now and i’m watching a Seinfeld episode i’ve seen ~4 times already.
lol I forgot about ‘friday nights’
I’m listening to a 50 cent youtube playlist lying on a yoga mat eating ice cream, i’m allergic to ice cream and I’m ready for fucking anything
Ishibashi
we met in the supermarket
she smiled in a way that said “hi I’m truly breakable”
I smiled in a way that said “hi me too”
I want to you remember the joy of arriving home
connecting to the internet
I want you to remember the joy of living alone
but feeling together
I want it to be like the eye of the storm
I want it to stay that way forever
The thing about love and wifi is
if I want wifi reception I can move half way across the room
but if I want you I have to move halfway across the world
