Kissoon's Loop

I was entertaining the idea of not writing this letter at all, but since I'm having trouble sleeping I might as well do something useful...

on the breast of your hooded jacket: a single tear, shed in the hopes that you'd feel some sadness in your heart before moving on to ...

I want to touch you.  I remember the songs we used to listen to; I listen to them, and I am taken. Backwards in time, my being flies to ...

there is a future-self: smiling at me, longing to embrace me (and I, him)-- as skin embraces muscle embraces bone embraces marrow. h...

Adder-riddled garden; Ritalin-addled brains; Adderall-enlightened hipster bitchcakes go tripping, tromping through the rain.

the longer the time spent apart and the greater the distance between: the further I regress; the further I retreat. the old patterns of ...

there is a lantern above. its light: reflected in his glass of elixir (imbibed, constantly); the sick puppy trips over its own too-big ...