I see him, and I see everything I’ve ever wanted. a vessel of all my yearnings and desires, a cathedral of all the tender languages and gentle strokes, a monument to everything I gave away and never thought I would get back. and he is marching towards me, hands extended to embrace my insides, a stretched happiness across his lips, and love dripping from his eyes. I see him, and I see a calamity hidden between his heavy breaths. A colossal craft of my foretold heartache, a sailing ship with all my hopes for tomorrow, a bottomless ocean that will mercilessly drown me before I step foot inside. I see him, and I wonder if I’m using both eyes. I hear him and he sounds like the embodiment of sincerity and the vow of the returning sun. I hear him and it sounds like Apollo kissed his tongue and only allowed it to speak the unbelievable truth. I hear him and he sounds like an unfinished word, a misspelt phrase, a foreign language that doesn’t belong. I hear him and the skies tell me that Dolos and Hades disowned his lips, that his lips were forsaken, for they were never washed by the river of truth. I touch him and I feel all my worries fade into nothingness, I touch him, and I feel myself turning into a puddle of bliss and comfort. I touch him and I wonder how I’ve been surviving lacklustre and loveless physical contact all along. I touch him and he feels like infatuation like he would vanish at any moment, no warning provided. I touch him and I feel like I shouldn’t, I feel like im swimming in moving quicksand and no one knows but me.
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