now i write when i’m away, letters that you’ll never read. you said,
”go explore those other women, the geography of their bodies. but there’s just one map you’ll need. you’re a boomerang, you’ll see. you will return to me. well, you will, you will, you will, you will, you will, you will, you will, you will, you will, you will, you will, you will, you will, you will, you will, you will, you will, you will, you will, you will, you will, because if you don’t then this book’s all lies. if you don’t, then my plans would all be ruined. if you don’t, i’ll start drinking like the way i drank before & i just won’t have a future anymore.”
bright eyes. you will. you? will. you? will. you? will.
