i don’t think you get it.
i don’t think you really, really do.
the intimate length and breadth of it all.
perhaps it is undefinable.
muchlike the biggest and greatest things of all.
it’s strange for me, though,
because
i don’t think i do either.
i’m okay with it.
somewhere,
somehow
maybe you are too.
sotd: this monkey’s gone to heaven – the pixies.
(it. really. is. 1996).