How she makes cookies out of dust. How i make the bed after us. How we keep having less and less of things and finding more and more in each other
and how now that we have met i am already always where i wanna be
GUARDED FAITH THAT THERE ARE EYES AND MINDS THAT DO NOT CRAVE INFORMATION IN FORTY WORDS OR LESS. THIS IS ME; FLOWER POTS DRIPPING DOWN WALLS, VINES CRAWLING ALONG CEILINGS AND VOICES REPEATING THE SAME CONVERSATIONS ON A LOOP. PERSONAL WEIGHT AND DESIRE IS THE INFINITE VARIABLE. Joshua Turek
