Orange, Wassily Kandinsky
Medium: lithography,paper
Me, after using every unhealthy coping mechanism I have ever had within the past 24 hours:
Late at night, you sleep beside me. Your breath rises and falls while I write this on my phone. My dear, I am afraid I’ve fallen in love with you. I’m terrified at the speed with which I fell.
I sang you a lullaby in the shower. Hot water running down your face, you closed your eyes and leaned into me. You weren’t the first person I wanted to sing for, but you’re the one who stayed long enough to listen.
In bed, you told me you didn’t know why I liked you. Then you said it wouldn’t stop you, that you wouldn’t let that scare you away. Your voice lowered and you said, “I’m better. I’m better than everyone you’ve been with before. I’m going to take care of you. I’m going to be good to you.”
You looked me in the eye and said, “You and I, we’re meant to be.”
My love, that’s why.
your love is like gravity (via genericpseudonyms)
Breathless
Just as she leaned in for
a kiss, he held the mirror
quickly and clandestinely
near where lips touched,
feeling a sudden chill.
Glancing down quickly
at the small pocket glass,
he sighed at the result,
clear as day, no fog,
nor any reflection at all.
He backed away slowly,
pushing the child beside
farther away from her.
“Robert, call the others,
this is not your mother.”
“Clouds”
hold me in your arms
place your burdens in the meadow
and sweep me up
carry me away
to better days
where there are always full moons
and raging sunsets
on the horizon
where the road meets the sky
and we drive into the clouds
to seas of softness
and you and me
