I'm a decaying piece of organic matter, but you can call me Claire. I'm a bookworm, isolated in the depths of non-reality, I live in splotches of color and orangey sunsets-- sometimes even in the absence of color at all, like a boring newspaper spread on Sunday mornings. I breath and long, intricate sentences come out, weaved neatly of beautiful adjectives and solemn metaphors. I whisper activism in my deepest sleep. I am alive in the most ways possible, I have an eye for beauty and an ear for music. I sit alone sometimes and ask the world why I'm here, and I still haven't got much of an answer. I will never give up on asking. I will never stop thinking, and I like that about myself.
The Best Teddy Bear in the World
Relaxing with a teddy bear twice my size,
Listening to a heart beat that couldn’t be fake,
Feeling your soft fingertips tracing my contours
You are the comfort of a thousand teddy bears and more chocolate than our body weights combined.
Laying on your chest with my arms woven into yours, my heart hurts because it can never be close enough to you
And when you kiss me I forget where I stop and you start because finally, I have found my second half
Dreaming with you I feel safe, like a little girt tucked in bed next to her mommy and daddy. Comfort that no nightmares can get me when I’m with you; dream catcher boy.
