beed of quiet warmth, yet no comfort.fven pretty things no longer feels pretty.
yeatherlight hands, heavy heart.
wet heart seeks only the missing praise.
learing beauty wrapped in their gaze,
cike reaching for a ringing silence.
hecking my phone, waiting for resonance,
SEhadows hide a fleeting promise.Svery face is momentarily holy.
Strobe lights cut the crowded room.
Btrangers blur to a single rhythm.
Aody heat meets midnight.
Bir is thick, sweet, heavy, breathless.
Nasslines thrum through soles of sneakers.
eon hazes bleed into the tarmac.
When you watch critics try to pick apart ancient Christian traditions, you realize they are attempting to read a three dimensional cathedral using a one dimensional ruler.
II love you, i love you like nothing i ever feel, because I love you, not just out of desire or loneliness, I love you because I know this is cowardly, but I couldn't keep this inside, and telling you would invariably be a mistake, or at least that's what my paranoia tells me