誰か、海を。| Dareka, umi wo.
Will anyone sprinkle the ocean over my head? I want to be showered by submerged fish and sun. The brilliant unknown, the magic that disappears when I stumble, as if looking at the cracked sky through a glass slide. On the roof of an abandoned building, surrounding the murmur of falling feathers, we are a song. Clad in the throbbing of the light decorating the ashen ground, we are a bouquet. Our wings pulled out.
I took a nap with Sadie yesterday and she refused to face me but wanted to cuddle;
so i wound up cuddling her butt, basically, and we both slept for 3 hours.