Teach me how to write you, I want to write you beautiful.
I like too many things and get all confused and hung-up running from one falling star to another till I drop. This is the night, what it does to you. I had nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.
“Don’t bend, don’t water it down, don’t try to make it logical, don’t edit your own soul according to the fashion. Rather, follow your most intense obsessions mercilessly.”
Drenched in vanilla twilight, I’ll sit on the front porch all night, waist-deep in thought because when I think of you I don’t feel so alone.