Anonymous asked:

some days are dark, you know, in the way that it feels like the sun has set but will never rise again, like i've been buried, like i'll never breathe again but i do and i do and i swear, it's because of you. (you're a breath of fresh air, butterfly-wing delicate and a certain kind of pride.) i long for every time we talk because in those moments i breathe and breathe and breathe and i live.

obsceneic answered:

you have laid yourself over me, or perhaps washed over me, but i have been laying in shallow waters ever since i heard you call my name so perhaps this is no surprise. Has love ever come so completely? So softly? In such a way that slides so easily over skin before? I have almost drowned before, and love the burn of my chest then does not compare to the bursting of my bones now. Do I sound cliche? I can’t imagine so, for who could have ever felt this way before and not fixed the world. Love, I think I see you in the clouds today, and in all things beautiful, or perhaps I see all things beautiful in you; I think the most likely answer of all is that, my love, you are all things beautiful, and so when the sun and the river streams and morning grass kiss my toes, I will once again find you.