in this dark there will be light, will you help us
who do snow capped people go home to, mountain? to themselves? where do all the rivers run in the same direction, mountain? why all the water? why all the wings?
possibly giving me the most adorable, romantic kiss of my life, without even touching my lips.
it makes me feel ghostly and sexy, like I don't have my own mind, like I'm plugged into ethereal.
you like my thoughts because they are noisy and will hold your face between their fingers so that you will listen.
sometimes I forget my name
then I remember yours
then I remember mine
mystify me
there is nothing perfect, there is only life.
About Me
- pitter patter
- death is death. but love is love. death is only death. but love is love.
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