..everytime i think to write about you i get stuck.
i want to write pages and pages and pages, but it seems as though only beautiful little phrases can express what i need to say.
like beautiful phrases from beautiful songs.
and like those few notes in a song that just make your body melt into itself.
like a collection of beautiful movie scenes that make you feel, smell and taste everything you see.
beautiful broken up movie scenes like a collage of shredded up pieces of pretty reflective coloured paper laid out in the brightness of the sun.
and i wish i could paint pictures of the way i feel, because you make me feel soft colours in a way that doesn’t make sense.
i would tell you that being with you feels like lemon chiffon and coconut cream, and when i think of you azalea pink rays of sunshine flood my brain.
i think i would rather make a movie instead, but it would be a movie of scenes that don’t make sense or scenes that don’t fit together.
and mostly, you’d never be able to feel it from inside or out.
i wish i could make you feel the things i see when i think of you.
but you make me feel beautiful beautiful collages, and it’s hard to write in collages and still make sense.