Heals The Original Dryness

these boots are made for walkin'
and thats just what they'll do...

benn and i have almost-broken-up twice in the last week. that can't be good. but at the same time it almost feels healthy... in a sick and twisted way... cause we'll talk about it, and we'll fear it, and we'll wonder and think about it, but when it gets to that point where you lose your balance and slip off the cliff and start plummeting towards your doom some simple words rise up from that anatomically ambiguous place we call the gut and float to your head: "i don't want this... i don't want this to happen..."

and then a minute later we're not falling, the edge of the cliff is still there, but we're not teetering on the edge, nor are we thinking of treading the dangerous ground. but we were just a minute ago... so what do we do now? we're not rushing down to the wounded body at the bottom of the cliff, going 'oh god, please don't leave me' or rushing anything to a hospital where it shall take days to recover... we're back... kinda where we left off... but not.. but how..what..what do we do now?

we sleep
(and tomorrow we tell a certain other person "sorry. is not gonna happen. i must ask you to fuck off"
...but of course not in those words :)