I feel too much. I feel too intensely. We were supposed to be transient guests in each other's lives. When did you start to matter so much? Why do I care for your existence when I did not even know you were part of the same universe I dredged in? The blurry crowd I hated so much. When did you become the brightest image among the negatives that encapsulated my existence? The vast particles seemed to slow down until the minute atom became visible. And even in that singular speck, I tried to find you. If someone had asked me to pinpoint what I liked most about you, I would have struggled to articulate. I like the way the sun illuminates your face while you crinkle your eyebrows frowning at its harsh glare, while I smile at the softness of your eyes, the way you so passionately speak about everything and nothing, the way you make me laugh at silly jokes almost like a reverent secret kept between us. I miss you even when you are with me, and ache for you in your absence. I will yearn for you when the lights of the universe shut down gradually and the cosmos is just a boneyard a lingering memory of dead stars, or probably when the moon looks too beautiful for me to write about it. Yet all I can write about is you.
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ive got stress ezcema on my hand and a terrible blister/scratch situation on the back of my ankle and a selection of spots and red bits on my face due to the fact that i keep picking at them and also stress and also poor diet and hygiene, but the overall combined effect is getting a bit bubonic plague