放浪者

Irrevocably Weird

I feel in colors. Balance on soundwaves.
Swim in silhouettes. Glide across ponds on lily pad hearts. Surrender myself to the inevitable winds of love and the brilliant turbulence of being.

i. in the middle of the night, we are falling asleep on each other, and something about it feels so right.
ii. sometimes, i think that we understand each other more than we understand yourselves, this must be how the sky feels about the moon.
iii. neither of us felt anything different when we realized that this was love, this is just another name for home.
iv. i couldn’t survive without you, i am your heartbeat.
v. i love you, you love me, the world will never understand that loving and being in love are not the same color.

— love (via inkonapagepoetry)

(via )