Vignettes and schizophrenic sketches of an ill-used imagination...
Friday, July 5, 2013
When she smiles, I hope everything is covered in shades of gold. I wish for you to see things in the softness of honey-coloured light, as if dusk were falling or a shimmering dawn breaking; I wish on you that wonder that comes from watching every sharp edge disappear with the light. I want life for you to be peachy, filled with grace, and dewy, dusted with nothing but loveliness. When you look at her, I wish that you could see all of this. And more. So much, much more.