Methinks I'm just going to have to figure things out.
My words are bottled somewhere in me. Deep and twisting, dying to get out, to break free, bask in sunlight like a careless cat.
But while I'm with him, the words are calm. And he says the speckles in my eyes grow larger, turning into the hidden moons of Jupiter.
And when I'm overly stimulated, walking in the cold night air, laughing and holding hands, there's more pupil for him to see than there is iris. And he's in love with both parts. Blue and icy, black and endless. Even the eyelashes framing the windows to my past.
But I'm over-indulging you with stories and commentary.
I am loving the new location I live at. Texas is beautiful,
and the weather couldn't be any hotter, but I know I'll get used to it soon.
- Mood:
Joy - Listening to: Goodbye, Goodnight by Mae
- Reading: Diary by Chuck P.