all the stories (and feelings) I wish I get the chance to tell you, thoughts floating on my ceiling after 12 am, my deepest fear, my stone cold. “she lives in daydream with me” harry said. and true, I don’t know her in mind. nevertheless, color of you devour me and consume the whole of my lore. I am enchanted, dying to know your gold and bronze. block all the leaves, I ponder about you day light till moon grace. talk to me, I am giving you my antique verse and high romance.
[at a time listening to “cigarettes after sex: opera house”]