i lie down to love beside you, love.
yr breathing is unconsious.
& i am glad for yr absentia.
& i go outside to paint the stars.
i think of icarus.
his body broken into the sea.
feathers floating around him like unsent letters.
& i think......
there is no sense in loving the sun.
i go outside to paint the stars instead.
but they have been dead for a thousand years.
& i want. & want. & want.
but there is nothing there. a void.
the city veils everything.
and all my paintings are unfinished.
xo xo
girl houdini