Second to last day. Today's mood: https://youtu.be/JRWox-i6aAk
"Blue jeans, white shirt/ Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn"-- Blue Jeans by Lana Del Rey
"Lana leaves a trail of flopping tongues. She picks one up, autographs it, throws it over her shoulder and walks to our gate."--Lana Del Rey Walks Through Airport Security Megan Falley
One foot presses against the ground, made anxious by the close proximity of her skin. The other lauches into her next step and the collective silence of the room wraps itself around her bare shoulders. The ground behind where she has walked looks darker, less complete without her.
Every time her eyelashes brush against the skin of her cheeks every nerve in every body in the room stands to attention in a militant declaration of loyalty. Her eyes are the atmosphere holding us to this earth, pushing down on our shoulders with pounds of pressure. Her eyes are the force of universal entropy, pulling every cell apart from every other cell into countless spinning pieces.
Every time she takes a step I want to capture that motion in a scent and breath it in every night before I go to sleep. Every time she takes a step I am sure I believe in god. Every time she takes a step I want to get her name tattooed in a universe on my skin. I know the universe will never capture the vastness of her.
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