My Thoughts in a Teacup

》You were casting a spell

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I was a carefully handfolded origami figure keeping up my fragile content, while you were a strom of courage armed with disbelief in one hand and hope in the other.

Who needs crowded streets

"The chivalry of

Those who walk through rainstorms to conceal their sweat and tears will not be understood.

THERE LIES MAGIC IN THE FIRST LINES

Home is wherever I feel like you still love me.

I remember that night hopes as high as the trees around us you and your rebel smile lips silent hands engaged in a tiny, shy conversation You said you knew I’d come back I said I couldn’t stay. I remember that night us you and your rebel smile I remember every day

the feeling that we're both lying in our beds somewhere / surrounded by darkness / waiting for the words to arrive

I guess here we are again crimson red as ever. our minds foggy our fingers stiff long drives and cold nights golden light and your star sign rising.

Fatigue melts away on this Sunday around noon revealing the feeling I'll fall in love with you, soon.

The trouble with artists is that they're not happy to be happy. They're happy to be nostalgic about it later on.

Funny thing is I still remember Winter in Williamsburg; lingering September; sunshine, oh sunshine brick walls & blue tea, the delicate serenade of you looking back at me ...

I'm still trying to figure out if the villian in this is me - or the rest of the universe.