El meu amor

thinking about summer ending always leaves me wondering how different life will be by the time next summer comes

can we have fun again. can we invest in strangeness again. can we want each other again. can we be lustful and bold. can we say big things softly and kiss each other on the forehead. let’s play pretend and hang off trees. let’s lick snowflakes off each other’s palms. i don’t want to be cool. i’m repulsed by nonchalance. our world can be a billion different worlds. i would like to make my blood move. i would like to memorize the harmony of our laughter. i would like to stretch into a new skin every day. i want to sit in a tub of warm green paint and watch the sky float. i want to feel all of our pulses, all at once, beating in and out of rhythm.

Don't be surprised how quickly the universe moves once you've decided you want better for yourself