"Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who's in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It's like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven't seen in a long time."
- Haruki Murakami, on Kafka on the Shore.
why is it so hard to feel content and enough of ourselves?
who would ever thought a song about sex could be so deeply, emotionally attaching?
p.s: i prefer the soundcloud version
unconsciously, we were alterating
unwittingly, the more we tried; the messier it got
unstoppably, was how we were into each other; til distance happened
uncanny, how us is no longer you and i
this morning, rain, and an impulsive road trip
