Your word travels the entirety of space and reaches my cells which are my stars then goes to yours which are my light.

I am my own muse. I am the subject I know best. The subject I want to better.

Take a lover who looks at you like maybe you are a bourbon biscuit.

They thought I was a Surrealist, but I wasn't. I never painted dreams. I painted my own reality.

Your word travels the entirety of space and reaches my cells which are my stars then goes to yours which are my light.

I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it's true I'm here, and I'm just as strange as you.

I love you more than my own skin.