| gingerbread |
| endless hours, stacked atop eachother: a fortress built on hopes on fears of you.... so huddled in the shade of that same tree, surrounded by that same litter swimming in that fluctuating din and discussing your mysteries with phantoms of the air. since no one else could hear me ponder no one else dared dance with the wily intrusions of that demigod i built of you, i'll let fantastical assumptions tango backwards with the etchings no photo could ever impress on a mind you have to see the way i see to be the man i made of you. |