i dream of lost vocabularies that might express some of what we no longer can

The Forgotten Dialect of the Heart.
By Jack Gilbert, a Pittsburgher, naturally.

"What we feel most has no name but amber, archers, cinnamon, horses, and birds."


how hard it is to give yourself repeatedly to friendships, to relationships. these cycles of closeness then distance.
the constant pulling and separating between minds and bodies and pasts and present.

to person a: I would like to know why we will never be friends. (I know).

to person b: I would like to know why you will always want me as just friends. (I know).

it is necessary as it is with the moon and the sea, to move away and to come together.