molecules intertwine to create a force so mighty even i cannot withstand.
i remember the love and eyes locked in potential eternity, up all night in melting and translations of terror, the occult; we make sandcastles out of numbers and sat in my car as the lightning lit us in the darkness.
your hair and my hair and the smell in the room. post this to your facebook, so fucked and hardly knowing . dead flowers in still water by the bed
add together all the translations and the paragraphs of nonsense and we all are verbal miss matched metaphors for fuck you and death, the sweet skin sacks of blood with a brain to be washed and a heart to be stabbed.