Pluto

For the trees are the wise ones                                                                                                                                                and we are the seekers of the sap

Bowling in a field of weeds surrounding

and roots of trees astound me among their leaves.

Glorious green goodness.

It’s been a wh…

It’s been a while since I have felt so right. This right. It is super fucking nice. You are this like, yummy sugary spice. I can not ever be close enough. I can not fathom not being yours. I feel as if it has always been that way. I want you to take my heart; keep it in your pocket. Or wherever. But don’t lose it. Please don’t refuse it, because it’s not like you can reuse it. I could do anything with you, for you, through the intense blue of your eyes, seeing me, see you. In the absence of all lies, you are sugary shiny salty sweetness that pies despise. I am happy you found me. 14,000 things to be happy about and all I need is you.