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.
Aaron.
The creamy blend of rich caramel and soft powder that makes our skin,
The sweet smell of your hair, and my breath on yours
Our fingers interlaced making a delicate set of ten stripes.
Eyelashes that touch when we kiss
You’ve turned me into a romantic
I’ve turned you into one
Becoming known as the pair and not individual has made me more real than I was before.
I love being attached at the hip with you
And when we lay wherever and absorb each other’s souls through our touching skin,
That raw energy that is strung between us back and forth
Like stitches for our pasts
Those make our problems balance and cancel out.
Yin and yang living happily in their young adolescence.
For five months, I have loved you more each moment.
With each out of 124 days, I have multiplied the feelings I have for you.
Every one of the 2,976 hours, you have been in my life.
And for all of the 178,560 minutes I have been yours, you were at the forefront of my mind.
I wish I could have spent all of those 17,856,000 seconds holding you and kissing you.
Aaron Andler, this 5 months is the beginning of the rest of each five months for the rest of our life together. You are mine and I am yours.
