My pictures are out of focus. How very fitting.
I am standing on the top of the globe, doling out handfuls of my flesh. What else do I have to offer? What could you all possibly want from me?
I want someone who will lie on my arm and affectionately bite my jaw because that's the kind of person she is. She will offer her chest as somewhere I can curl up and hide from the world. We will spend hours whispering to each other because we don't want to let the rest of the world in on our secret. Sometimes, our voices will be so low, not even the air around us will feel how fast we're speaking to each other.