untitled I

we only see what we want to believe.

the pure undivided

A passion pure undivided
If perhaps a little misguided
But who am I to judge?

Unflailingly endearing
His grasp imperishable
Utterly admirable

The air within his fingers
Crystallizes
It is now material, divine

It is now material, perfected.
A passion translated
Ripe for dissemination

whitsundays desaturated

when not beyond the clouds, the skies were blue. the (turquoise) water, unreal. i don't really have anything to say really.