LIKE THE SUN.
Human interaction. The back and forth. That part of your stomach that deepens when they look at you. I can’t swim but always find myself in the deep end. Thrashing and gasping. You reveal yourself to me and I fall in love. Nothing new. Creating a world from ideas and fantasies. I constantly feel the need to be forgiven, so please forgive me. I’m sorry that you have me burning yellow.
















