a very volatile one

I was looking at you. How would I describe this? Wasn’t gloom, no. Not remorse, not anger, that’s too big. Maybe regret. But a very volatile one that disappears secs before knowing. Head rush, heart rush? Ghost hunting, being hunted. Cold splash. In my dreams, months are minutes, pain is imagined, scars are optional. I will look at you.

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