D) Dear Sweet Distant

What is this inconsolable urge I have to be distant?
Uncontrollable, inconsolable, away from the world, frozen and freezing, bloody and bleeding. Hearts like stars across uncharted space, the spaces between them black and ever-growing fractals of nothingness. I had a good childhood. I was touched often, often touched, told I was loved and loved being told. Somewhere you had to ask for kisses, and somewhere you just had to take them. And then guilt came.

This is a totally fictional story about a totally fictional town, but the people there think it's true, so it's true
-gord

Around me there is warmth. Around me there are words like enigma. Four letter words aren't such a bad thing. You couldn't have told me someone named Lady Gaga would someday exist again. I would've thought we got over that kind of thing somewhere in our cyclically decadent past. The height of European colonialism, the Golden Age of the Sun king, the Emperor's court at Byzantium, Rome... another four letter word. Word. Same patterns on the table. Sun patterns on the wall. Some paper in the bathroom, none in the desk at all.

We all wear masks.
-batman

My dreams come to me when I am awake now. Exes mark the spots. They look good embossed and glossy and dancing, jiggling, vivacious. Every star moves, the sun has gone down now, in the darkness I am alone, wrapped in blankets that smell like me, in powder form, knowing I should reach out to someone but only reaching out to myself, which makes us both miserable. "I can't get a bead on you," says a voice in a language others find foul. The error of our ways inherent and indeterminate. Inconsolable. Uncontrollable. "The horror has finally ceased," I dream her saying, "It took me forever," the reply that never texts. Text, four letters, horrible, horribly, reaching farther and farther apart. Every sun sets. The distance is dark. I crave the darkness.

People are poetry like people are moonshine
-e

We watched a terrible movie and I laughed and went to bed without any pain. In the morning my neck ached and work awaited, people depending on me to be one way always, always one way. I have this growing urge to escape and be distant. What is the force present since the beginning of time that distances all stars, when their inherent gravity pulls closer together? Bifurcated desire. All these good words going unused until they, frozen, freezing, unneeded