Aug 8, 2018
                         jarissa + ee cummings | @lcrissa
“Silently if, out of not knowable night’s utmost nothing, wanders a little guess (only which is this world) more of my life does not leap than with the mystery your smile
sings or if (spiraling as luminous they climb oblivion) voices who are dreams, less into heaven certainly earth swims than each my deeper death becomes your kiss
losing through you what seemed myself, I find selves unimaginably mine; beyond sorrow’s own joys and hoping’s very fears
yours is the light by which my spirit’s born: yours is the darkness of my soul’s return –you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars”
