PolarisHyacinth

he may be a player, but goddamn.

i don’t really mind if its in a pavilion mall or on a church,

i just want it to ring upon the hour, every hour, but not the halves at night-time.

i think i’d also want a window, a big one made from coloured glass,

that covered the whole room in colours with the sun.

and if its not too much i think i’d like it to be colourful, not just from the light,

but all the walls painted rainbow, and the furniture all mis-matched,

and a big rug across the main room (bed bath and living space),

leaving enough room for a corner kitchen and table because i’d like to see people,

before i knew you or i did not and yet by the festering glow of half four in the morning we are lying by my record player listening to the lorde albums i bought as a fourteen year old and i told you my hopes and you told me your dreams, both fanciful and rational. they were equally gorgeous. 

it is a platonic intimacy that will last for us. the night that tied us together because i knew you for the first time.

most are half full or more with stories and notes, whether they’re from last week or back when i was seven.

a couple are completely full, years of creation patchworked together in no concurrent, followable manner.

the rest, the minority, are completely empty, the pages still new and covers intact. I still need a use for them but i bought them nonetheless.