love in judgement and judgement unto victory
the competition is to see who can go the longest without needing the other; no knocking on the door and complaining or else demanding one arrangement or another. i write my farewell upon the door. i do not want to become too much of a stranger. and perhaps that will alleviate temptation. perhaps these words will be enough of me to satiate the desire to knock. or perhaps they will only fuel the desire. intention is so seldom consequence. celebrate every success no matter how small or incidental. i sit silently listening to the animal throwing themselves around downstairs. i compost myself upon the page. i contain hunger to the word. let this brick wall be a window to my imagination.