I'm all too happy when the serpent crashes through the window and screams at the apple that fed it as if to imply that a few leaves would cover up the glare behind them like the irradiated, dying body

But I'd like to know just which one of us can swallow the forest whole drink up all the oceans and gnash down on every piece of obsidian before the space comes to move us between the fractions and we realize

In between the soft clicks yellowing fade of a nearby voice where trees once stood and made prayer of consolation a protest you never witnessed I kneel in front of that particular, decelerated moment and

Make it warp glass thoughts careen on super highways of conversation where children play and smile as they are run over They back teeth into their gums snide remarks go unforgiven but the kids still make

I become ecstatic for the day the maw takes form wraps it's shape shifting teeth around my body presses deeply down despite my protests and blood bursts forth out of a dam above a town as onlookers stare

The collarbone shifts Hazy becomes the way the borders breathe like so much snapping by trade winds she doesn't have to tell you twice weight is not carried on both ankles Reflective but not mirror-like

I know you from somewhere Our souls fit together somehow and you are my saviour I am pressing through the glass Purpose escaping my lips Next to the epileptic patterns I am creating to make you whole

I often practice thankfulness towards life. Every time something beautiful happens to me I try to show gratitude and acknowledge that I am happy. What I don't do nearly often in enough is thank another

I wanted to eat the smoke off your back while the world ends You could name every single animal by heart Deep wounds carved like neon yellow highways in your perceptions I could see it all in the Sunday

Arms swing blindly while the carpet folds necessity draws blanks in the open wounds before they were called the mothers of silk woven into the beams of light merciful texture Naked throne room and cautious

I never get angry nor do I get even There isn't a word for what a trespass is paid in but you'll remember that it was from me I don't drink poison It's far too sweet I'll never buy a gift I don't intend

I'd rather have heaven's bile than all the love on earth I'd rather have an angel's severed arm than all the working hands building paradise My heart lifts crowds just to keep beating your questions dulled

So, like the title up above suggests, I want to make a film. I want it to start out with two people who are very much in love. A few scenes to show how happy they are and how magic the time they spend

For most of my life I've hated myself. More than two-thirds, actually. I literally only started loving myself two and a half years ago. Okay, Okay, I probably loved myself a bit as a child, but I know

I watch you holding a knife like a date you've been postponing you breathe in colors you might not see my begging becomes some kind of mantra You could have loved the saturated emotions as much as I see