Jul 7, 2025
sometimes you meet somebody. and after that the world is all full of the taste of them. like everything turns into their scent. like you become the waves of their wake and all their bad habits. sometimes it’s just like - i’m alive, but you take up all the space i have left over. and it turns out i have a lot of space left over. i think about you so much i worry it’s become prayer. you feel like a holy ghost. you feel like the line on my palm. you feel inevitable, and unconscious, and permanent, and strong. i feel you groundbreak. i feel you while i’m drawing eyes in my margins. i feel you like forgetting a color. i feel you like morning.
