I didn't say it when I thought it, but...
there is a whirlwind of poetry, ticket-stubs, polaroids, and color(ed sunlight) inside/around/because of you. Looking at photographs, I can see it, slowed but not stopped, suspended on the film. You give off energy strong enough to knock me down...warm enough to make me want to stay there. Its obvious enough in this definition of here and now, but when I've got the past laid out before me, it's intrinsic...so much so that the future doesn't seem as far anymore.
And then I thought, I am lucky.
*When I finished typing that, I changed all the 'she's to 'you's and all the impersonal 'you's to 'I's. I thought that was important to say, because I think what I said applies outside of myself. You have that sort of beauty.
"i just rescued a bee that was trapped in between my window screen and the
glass &thought of you." - jenn. <3
And then I thought, I am lucky.
*When I finished typing that, I changed all the 'she's to 'you's and all the impersonal 'you's to 'I's. I thought that was important to say, because I think what I said applies outside of myself. You have that sort of beauty.
"i just rescued a bee that was trapped in between my window screen and the
glass &thought of you." - jenn. <3