enduring the relentless days i spend loving you felt like i was floating atop a slate of wood upon the ocean. depending on the current, i drifted with such ease or swayed through the cascades of the waters with restricted balance. there was no in between. i would never fail to feel as though i was dying, yet you were the only one who maintained the vigour in my pulse; as if the feast of air that penetrated my lungs was enough to lift me off the ground towards the bundles of wool that seemed to always spell our names. and for that i am grateful for the glimpse of infinity that you lent me; that will remain hidden in an invaluable chest beneath my bed where we used to lay.
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baby blue
Poezjaupon my death, may you sprinkle my ashes on your pillow, so you can feel me in your lungs and breathe for me as I once did for you. . a collection of poems.
