philippaweston
a dress of gold and glitter sown with the most deft hands on this side of the sea. she twirled around the room holding the fabric in her hands- all the while dreaming of the days events. this was the day; the day that everything changed. she was ready.
one over the other, to whom go the spoils? to the victor or the victim?
home is where the heart is, and right now i feel like it has been scattered with the wind. i don't know where it is i belong anymore.
your words caught me off guard and your face became my knight in shining armour. i had never seen or heard such beauty but i knew, seeing you, that i had seen the utmost in the divine that this earthly prison had to offer. all i could wish for was to reach the heavens and see such a visage again.
that which my life has revolved around for the past several weeks, and moreover the past twenty one years, and potentially to the very end of my life. i will never stop learning, and i never want to.
I am Icarus and you are a solar flare and I want to ride the wave of our love to the ends of the universe and be enveloped by your warm arms for all of eternity.
music encircles me in a steady hum, the beat of my heart syncing up with the music of the world. i spin with it, arms spread out- stretched out fingers hoping to brush against the fabric of the music- to hold on to the beauty for a moment longer.
move the things in my life around you.
games played with veiled eyes and batting lashes. hand held close to the chest and sleeves rolled up to the elbows so we cannot cheat. blood coursing and pins prickling. all will win this game some day.
you are squares and triangles and circles that don't fit in to my less than mathematically laid out life.
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