such color fills my lenses these days
spilling from the cups of hearts, flowers,
and eyes, alike none other.
they overwhelm any sense
i had before they started flowing
and paint my heart, flowers,
and eyes, akin to none other.
shouting in whisper,
writing in light and shadow
embracing in every way
spare touch, my heart, flowers,
and eyes listen,
read,
and press against
these saturating emotions
//
i want to bruise and bleed
i want to break to live
if this isn't human,
i don't know what is
i want to cry and scream
i want fight for
my want bend my back in half
i want to feel what you have
i want to fuck to breed
i want to catch my breath
if this isn't purity
i won't outlast
i need to hear your voice
quiet for my silence
but i need the moon to crash -
i need excitement
supported by 6 fans who also own “A Blooming Spring // Puritan”
As usual, Kirby manipulates various interwar records to fit a cavalcade of emotional states: blissful (B1, E8), tragic (D2, D5), frantic (E1, E6), and just plain horrifying (F3, G1, H1, K1). gjoe52