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We all have to go through different streams, discovering our colors. Even if that means on our own. But at some point we have to stop playing it cool and just be. Vulnerable. Flesh. Beings.

If we could rewind the clock, would you have done anything differently? I know I wouldn't. I cherish every moment, even the pain. That's how I know it was real.

I love the way you look at me, not wanting me to leave in the mornings. The way you grab my foot that makes me feel so tiny and small as I wrap myself around you like the tenderness on a summer's day. It's snowing again.

Oh, Ophelia, heaven help a fool who falls in love, especially those in denial.

And to all those sleepless nights, I hope it was about how you can do better. And to all those dreamless rests, I hope you were running towards me with open arms. And to all those drunken nights, I hope you wished I called.

How rare is it to predict the skies in a place that has no connection to you.

You are the calm to my storm.

Before I knew it, my breath was gone. Tears kissed my cheek. Misunderstandings always got the best of us. But we always found our way back. To each other. 

When I was little, I was always afraid of invisible things. Now, I'm still afraid of invisible things...(they are different yet harder to kill. Like abstractions and viruses).

Photos of me by @marsibilast and

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