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by the first time we met it seemed like love.
the way you didn't look at me.
telling me of how you liked your ears to hurt.
we chiseled our first stone skulptures together in the moonlight
and wrote love letters in class as the hours passed
without any yes or no words to be circled.
two books outside with it's pages blowing in the wind.
so far from eachother yet so close.
we could swear we smelled eachothers breath.
and being blind ahh yes being blind!
or at least choosing to be was so fucking beautiful.
the whisperings of storys inside four ears between what seemed like years.
never once distracted by eye contact or the masked face.
we burned every picture and accepted crayon writings with open arms.
wearing halos and bone wings but never left our room.
the mismatched perceptions we had of devils and gods
only came down to percieving ourself as mere humans once again.
the acknowledgement of things said and more importantly read.
used itself all the way back to the drawing board
which was enjoyed all around...
kind of like walking up from a dream.
dandelion!
dandelion!
where are you?
"let us not keep such distance.
Ever again...
For I claim complete fault"