some strange time of night or early in the dawning
what if i reached you and we talked all morning
this might be real enough to be the start of something
the anesthetic lure of apathy
nothing breeds nothing like nothing else
swimming in grace \where can I put my face
I’m hiding from things I can’t stand to melt into and stream
and I am watching you and I love your light and it spirals into the faraway
about me:
- spiderkitten
- i love little things. the smell of new printed paper/grapefruit skin/crushed fennel/struck matches. the feel of: drawing on skin/tearing old stockings/creeping sunlight/anything that dissolves on my tongue. the sound of: an orchestra tuning/a cork pulling from a bottle/old modems/typewriters. the movement of: milk clouds in coffee/the coastline from a plane/a dream-twitching cat. the bounce when: someone understands what you mean/you wake up while still dreaming. the sight of: people sleeping/birds landing/the aurora. i have broken musician's fingernails. i doodle on things. i adore fireworks. still. and shooting stars. i make paper cranes out of leftover paper. i try not to hate how i look. i wear boots. i pick up fallen leaves. i have freckles. i love the cold, let it snow. i talk too fast. i like to touch everything. i am achingly proud of my family. i write. i am interested in your mask as well as your heart. i listen to stories. i am in awe of my friends. i love riding trains. i sleep badly. i love to read things that make me laugh out loud, magic from silent ink and paper :) i use smilies too much...
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