I ran rather than walked, anxious to lose my way. All I wanted was to be unsure.
Time was passing like a hand waving from a train that I wanted to be on.
I wanted to touch him, to tell him that even if everyone left everyone, I would never leave him, he talked and talked, his words fell through him, trying to find the floor to his sadness.
Yesterday I wanted to turn inside out.
I wanted to hit him. I wanted to hold him. I wanted to shout myself into his ear.
I wanted so much to have a life. Even just once, even for a second.
I wanted to protect him, which I was sure I could do, even if I could not protect myself.