snail heart.

the way i explained it last night on the phone to smoosh boy.

there was something familiar and clean and contained about living looking backwards.

i don't like the messiness of forward, all the time.

i'm happier. but sometimes i both just want the peace of holding it close awhile longer.

and also, i want to sit-on-hold-still-keep-close the bittersweet , because... well, it was the most peace this snail of a heart knew. and every now and then i brim over again. with it. with that which may just never ever go away. (love)

i've been thinking about it lately.

ain't a bad thing

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