there are moments in this time where i am either flying or sinking, and either way i don't know where i am going.
sometimes my heart feels as if thousands of moths have nested their way into my body, and made a home for themselves.
other times, i have so many clouds afloat in my head, raining and snowing, grey and white— never ending weather has made my mind a storm.
when both are there, it is like millions of matches in my mind, nerves sparked with flame, traveling up through golden veins, making their way into the way my hands wrap around your shoulders and lips against yours— not even Aphrodite could feel this way.
and God, sometimes i feel as if i am on a never ending spiral of roses and thorns and yes i am beautiful, but i bleed tears so much and they seem to fall apart when i hear your voice in melodies and harmonies.
my mind is a beautiful catastrophe when i'm with you.
