crypton

I am going to miss that room.

The lights casting ripples on the wall. The shaded bottle lamps. The strong presence of you and her that it contains.

Five hour long conversations, minimum. Sparking synapses in my brain, making pieces come together. Sometimes I could not get my head around what you said, twice I thought you were a lunatic.

Examining my self, who I am, self-obsession.

Such intensity, leading to fragmentation.