whitnelise
this feels stupid, like a sign i'm wasting time and so much precious effort on something that doesn't want to be worked on. loving someone who doesn't want to be loved by you. snuggling my cat when she's feeling ferocious and trying to pounce on something. steak. what a tease.
they come in threes and are utterly overwhelming, but in a way we can adore. triple is fun to speak, like dimple or wrinkle, almost. triplets come in threes. triplets come in threes. triplets come in threes.
you believe in algorithms. but not everything figures as nicely as you'd like to believe. let me fit into the puzzle you've surrounded yourself in, but the fragility of riddles is something i'm all too familiar with. i figured you knew that, too.
to space, I'd imagine. I'd imagine something deep and atmospheric. indigo and black. take me carry me there with you and we can taste the planets and sprinkle salt and minerals to our lips.
direct and indirect and free indirect discourse i think it is? that was when i learned the word sonorous. sonorous is a beautiful word and i think it could put me to sleep. when i see you the world will spin tomorrow and we will dizzy and fall in a beautiful way.
stripes are bright! like a technicolor zebra i like the light feel of electricity it runs and runs through my skin and jumps like ZAP from freckle to freckle. but we aren't talking spots here, we're talking stripes and i can be just as lisa frank as the next little girl.
derailed i think of a violent ruckus. head shake cosmically and flipped over the metal with the ringing in your ears. but i imagine it lifts. quiet pause and the world floats. things smell like grey blue and you float too.
"Gift" can be a verb here. "Why did Grandma gift me a gold coin for Diwali?" was a commercial I heard once. I think it was a car commercial. What did I gift you for Diwali? I gifted you some small light.
clear is like translucent like glass. although glass mirrors and ripples, can bend the light making it wobble. wobble-clear is glass, blown and full, voluptuous glass makes mockery and inflates the light.
grief is like all i can feel right now and the sky is tender grey like the way i imagine my eyes might look glossy clear and bright but grey. when i looked into your eyes yesterday they were grey and dark, unlike the bright sky that is grey and that is grief.
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