It's like, you know how sometimes you see a really sexy baby? Wait.

I've worn black today, because I've heard so often that it's supposed to be slimming. But instead I am this sphere of darkness submarining through the halls.

Part of growing up is making sure your sense of reality isn't entirely grounded in your own mind.

lying awake beside you, these thoughts run through my head.

Sometimes when you hit send, you can imagine the message going straight into the person's heart. But other times, like this time, it feels like the words are merely falling into a well.

I never understood why anyone would have sex on the floor. Until I was with you and I realized: you don't realize you're on the floor.

The way you're singing in your sleep The way you look before you leap The strange illusions that you keep You don't know But I'm noticing The way your touch turns into arcs The way you slide into the dark The beating of my open heart You don't know But I'm noticing