WHO LETS ME NEAR WORDS

Damn you, in your perfection, your bright blue eyed golden bright smiled perfection how can one man exist like that? You who I admire, you who are free in your beliefs I envy and crave what you have. More than anything, I want to spend a day with you, want to discuss the clouds with you. I think you could hear the stories that spin in my head and take them with the weight they carry.

 

You carry such ENERGY such VITALITY such LIGHT and it almost hurts to look at, it leaks out from you as music and laughter and art and for a moment I'd like to stand near that. Bask in that light, stretch reptile languid on happiness warmed stones and the blinding warmth of your being, just once I'd like to do that.

 

I deal in sentimentality, in words, in spirits, in magic and you, by the earth and sky and water, you are spirits and magic bound up in your stupid fucking smile and your silly, clashing wardrobe. Honestly, how do you fucking exist with your goddamn eye blinding clothes, your tail, yourself, how do you live with being that fuckign sweet and bright. Does the light that drips from you, that bright shining light, does it just not affect you how does something like that just not affect someone? Fucking how jesus fucking christ