16 de dezembro de 2020

my hair will always be a mess; my mind cloudy as hell; my eyes trying to sense perspective; (gran)dad’s nose too big on my face; my teeth too hard and my mouth constantly swallowing these beams of light - that either come to vanish on the darkness inside a moonless winter night or come through as this burning warmth on a summer morning as my feet touch the cold sea. always.

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