there is no one who i’d like to curl up next to more than lovely you.
there is no one who i’d like to curl up next to more than lovely you.
the magical ebb and flow of me and you a crushing ease– the mysterious pain of realization– an unintended understanding of the bigness of our oneness. a union which neither of us could have possibly anticipated– the journey of two separate pieces, complete and continuously forming and un-forming to become more. moving together, …
i want to enjoy every moment of you– never move into a place where who you are is anything less than perfectly beautiful. i want to know you like the back of my hand. i’m beginning to know you like the back of my hand. the space between us creates a distinct and enduring …
an instant connection easy and familiar grounded in a similar intelligence– and perfectly imperfect in its inception and duration. a snapshot of a moment shared and remembered added to the chronicle of experiences within the overarching production that is pickathon.
i get to take you everywhere to the farthest reaches of my mind into shadows no one else would dare to wander past my breaking point and far beyond the limits i keep insisting do not exist. i hear your voice on good days louder than my own– it encourages, buoys and transfixes me– …
the edges of myself 