You Are Like The Moon (The Sun Still Rises)
Forgive me, lover, I do not believe you are real.
Perhaps I am wrong, perhaps all my metaphors filter together into one formless brown mass, like the illconceived alcohol of children or the sediment left by glaciers. Maybe the stories I weave are so convoluted that perhaps the author doesn't even know their meaning. You are my sun. You are my moon. Are either of you celestial or just rote and predictable flesh. I don't know, and I do. I just barely possess the will to make it so. But now, unlike before, the tiny mote of dust in the sunbeam of my heart is like a glint of light, burning brightly and true. Like the light reflected off the edge of a knife.
That knife is me, lover. Take care of it, for it is fashioned out of glass.
Currently Listening: MillionYoung - Sunndreamm (listen)
Perhaps I am wrong, perhaps all my metaphors filter together into one formless brown mass, like the illconceived alcohol of children or the sediment left by glaciers. Maybe the stories I weave are so convoluted that perhaps the author doesn't even know their meaning. You are my sun. You are my moon. Are either of you celestial or just rote and predictable flesh. I don't know, and I do. I just barely possess the will to make it so. But now, unlike before, the tiny mote of dust in the sunbeam of my heart is like a glint of light, burning brightly and true. Like the light reflected off the edge of a knife.
That knife is me, lover. Take care of it, for it is fashioned out of glass.
Currently Listening: MillionYoung - Sunndreamm (listen)