loving you is like a dream
a dream in which reality and fantasy collide
the life that I visualised
and the world that exists
both different
and yet exactly right
the moments stretch past all contemplation
time and space mere figureheads
and while I hold you
there is nothing that could prise my grip
no distraction to move my gaze
for in my arms is perfection
a goddess of humour and kindness
full of snark and sweetness
who every day grants me the honour
of calling her mine
we are neither of us flawless
we exist both marred from experiences and
coloured by imperfections
we are both humans after all
and while I don't elevate you past the leve
Trying to write after seizures is like
Holding
onto
w
e
t
d o g
b i s c u i t s
as torrential rains
p o u r
d o w n
It is like your mind is being throttled by a hair ball that blows all thought
and your throat is engorged, trying desperately to cough it up.
It is like everything you touch is white and cotton
and you can't differentiate what could be what
It is all just
fluffy
and
white
Everything and nothing all at once