I felt you die in my daydream as I fixated upon the static lake below my feet
The water sat — inexpressive — but probably also busy brewing beneath its vacancy — like me
So yes, take her horse riding, I’m too catatonic (apparently) for life’s pleasures
Must be why I relate to unresponsive lakes and enjoy their company — more than yours or hers for sure
Daydreaming… I imagine she falls — but then you would save her, right? Rather not she fall, rather she not make it there at all.
Daydreaming… I imagine she gets her period — but then movies and bedsheets and… no.
Rather, I feel you die in my daydream so I need not feel anything else
Rather, I befriend this body of impassive water and then later, it will choose me as its lover
And then, shall I make you jealous as you watch circumfluent numbness have sex?
I bet then you’d regret not taking me fucking horse riding.
