day 22: cards ain't always right
Romance. A bird flitting among peaches. Three swans piercing through a heart. Three, the unlucky number. Who is the third party here, getting in the way of things? I don't need a third, just myself. I don't see a second, only myself. Me, betraying myself three times. Thomas betrayed Jesus three times and the only person he hurt was himself. Love can be quite isolating.