gravity fails.
Labyrinthine, I reach for you. I am wound and turned around so very much in tunnels underneath my entire history, until I see the writing on the wall and come bounding back to share it with you.
In our time apart, I seek to record every second with words and images and sound, so that perhaps one perfect day, I can share them all with you.
So deeply entrenched am I within this desire to curl asleep and recant tales that I have written this dream upon my skin, albeit tucked as far away and leagues beyond any painting on any wall, no matter how subterranean, homesick, or alien.
In our time apart, I seek to record every second with words and images and sound, so that perhaps one perfect day, I can share them all with you.
So deeply entrenched am I within this desire to curl asleep and recant tales that I have written this dream upon my skin, albeit tucked as far away and leagues beyond any painting on any wall, no matter how subterranean, homesick, or alien.
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