“we’re all swimming in the projections
and filters of
each other’s life experiences.”
do you think she knows how she looks in this moment?
or maybe that’s just the way it is.
what its supposed to be.
that “love” within existence. flickers of magic.
i wonder if you know how beautiful you are in this moment.
reflections and curves and angles.
light rolls overs you. eyes sing to me. breathing fills me. this room is not big enough.
you cannot be contained.
flickers of magic. but they move like water.
journal entries. nov. 13