for all the fantastic people who have loved me this far around

[re]vision can be a good cathartic thing

and my only regret is that, ever, i wasn't enough of what i always wanted to be of happiness and consistency and the way the word promise never ever falls out of the clutched palm of the hand.

alone is important.
and i need to know it.
like the way the fabric of the skin of love can make it easier to sleep
hard
through the unpredictable movements of the night.

i don't wish i were different.
not yet.
anyway.