there’s shadow + lights on your face, and I choose to stand; lingering in a doorway somewhere. there is nothing strange about it, except for the animal hair. it gets on my hands and mouth and I’m allergic and swell up with blush on my cheeks. I’m frozen and have been all these years, don’t you see it.
there’s misty eyes for those who’ve ever sought to go to hell and stopped believing in heaven. heaven in a heartbeat and godspeed as an iris or chariot await you. I’ve been so dreamy and I love to stay up and watch and nothing quite soothes me so, let it be known, like a rainy day.
and I have one of those today.
I won’t have to suffer.
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