I have found
meaning in the morningI dance under the
cherry trees on the
pink streetswaving one arm above
the othertongue between my
teetheyes barely open
the sun kisses my bare back
laughingshe knows what it’s
like, how I’m feelingginger in my spicy
breathclaw marks on your
backI have changed a lot this year.
22/05/12
❝ Beauty is unbearable, drives us to despair, offering us for a minute the glimpse of an eternity that we should like to stretch out over the whole of time.
— Albert Camus (via thatkindofwoman)
