cymbals on her fingers
yo quiero español. como nada más. como una sonrisa en un lago de fresas y lluvia. tiene la belleza de eso. pura.
i want colors too. i want a new wardrobe filled with colors that take me to india and spain and san francisco and england. i want a body that can converse with those colors, satisfy them, play and compete with them.
i want to run. it makes my soul flicker and dance. a phantasmagoria of motion and life.
i want a summer. the one that's almost vanished before it's begun. i want to snatch it back from the brink of a meaningless abyss, plant it in the soil and watch it grow.
this ending isn't real.