You know that feeling when you know you lost someone you care about more than anything? It’s enough to drive anyone to drink and never come back.
i want to see
the insides of your eyelids
i want to know
what it is like
when your eyes are closed
i want to taste the specific patterns
of green and purple and black
that come together as you fall asleep
and form your dreams
i want to see what you see-
so i can take the faceless monsters
and naked-in-public scrambling and
erase them
so i can make the flying
through the clouds
come true