at the lack of your breathing.

your presence felt as if it’s close to the point of meshing together. Like clouds incoming on each other, engulfed.

my bunny is schrodinger’s cat and my toy is in a galaxy far far away…

i shall return. We shall be. I want to know about all the childhood memories,

i want to know about a common future,

i want to discover more and be in complete awe,

i want home somewhere where voices are always low,

i want to slowly peel all the layers over the heart,

i want to not finish the joke because I know it’ll be said anyway.

love. love. despair. love. love. love. love. despair. love. despair. despair. love. love.