i have always doubted.the veracity of my own existence then i met you now i wonder if i am just the cut up pieces of a thousand mistakes super glued and photocopied into the semblance of a real boy because god damn you are every dream i ever had then promptly forgot at waking that […]

(un)titled ode XXXVI

she is beautiful like an aria like a field of lilies like a sunrise over the sea she is intangible like lilacs on the breeze like sea foam like the thrum of lightning right before it strikes she is dream fantasy given form divinity given shape love made palpable washing over bare nerves