velvet

" Let's get fucked. "
" No, come on man. We're alright. "

For once Thomas was being sensible and trying to not bring up the fact that his lifelong friend's object of desire and love's face was stuck to that of another lifelong buddy.

" It'll all be OK man. "

Talk of recent heartbreak, empty sinking. Darkness. Nobody there on sleepless nights to hug and say everything would be OK. Nobody to touch toes with on a Tuesday.

Damn you for taking that for granted.
Damn everything.
Texting half acquaintance girls with no focus, it was still all too difficult to read.

So time to go to bed. Alone.

The devil or Messiah. Which one today ?
The stigmata of fast food on Good Friday made his hands sticky. Unalluring.

Go mental, vitamins, lucozade. You can push through this.

Thomas.
What ?
Shut up.
No.

Happy dazy reportage. Winds bringing clouds from the North. Too early for that and too late. Too late to change things, so let them be.
And twists. Original red home early as 3 a.m. disappeared and refamiliarised with an old housemate soulmate whose underground was all velvet and safe.

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