LIFE IS GIVING APPLES, SO I'M MAKING ORANGE JUICE OUT OF THEM.
There are gaps between your fingers that fit perfectly with mine— love, I thought it’s about filling those empty spaces. Am I the only one who thinks futures can be mapped from there, when our hands entertwine. Am I the only one who can feel it, thousand electrical sensations clawing like wild animals from the insides. Forehead kisses is dry, they say, but I think dry is stupid. On the contrary, I think it’s genuine and deeply seated and romantic. Romantic, I hate that word but I think that’s the easiest way of putting it. They say the birthplace of the universe is somewhere down there, but I think it’s in your eyes. I think the energy that’s in theirs is stronger than anything, even the blackest holes. That’s how I look at it, beyond the dazzling surfaces of things— so how do I day ‘I love you’ this way? I can’t. No. You can not understand, you can never understand.