This is the enchanting side of my life, the perspective is all distorted and all is through the polaroid fuzzy feeling in my stomach like good grandmothers canned peaches in the summer and lots of colour Lomo style picture. That I paint inside my head- but I never want to lose you because all the time I'm around you I cant not be with you. You heighten every sensibility and yet I feel fuzzier, flimsier. Mind bending and sometimes withdrawing, I know, I live in distant lands but I would not fly back with the wild geese, my time has not come.
My time right now is warm and tangled up in the tangible universe, where I can sense and feel everything because usually I cant.
I cant and I wont and I refuse
you are sunlight on my skin.