firing loaded questions and somehow hoping that you won’t mess up but if you do i’m the one who feels like a thousand roses exploding inside my chest - - - > a talent of yours, i guess, to make it feel like i know nothing at all and so what if i did? your dreams are so far away that even as we utter the same words it sounds like the off-beat of rain/ (but oh! on the off-chance of sunny weather it’s like a million-zillion doves settling inside the eves of my mind, as every snowy thought falls gently into place.)