now imagine:

you’re standing in a room filled with sunlight, and you’re staring at this girl who’s been up with you all night. the dust is sparkling in front of your disgusted eyes and yet..you couldn’t be more in love with the feelings this girl let’s arise. there are sparrow drawings on the white washed walls and a door ajar leading into the hall. now slyly, slowly, secretively, you’re dragging your eyes back to the girl, the girl with dress a-twirl. white Christmas lights are starting to shimmer as your sight grows dimmer. so silently you’re whispering as if talking to another living thing. eyes betraying as they droop, leaving you until night again to be left sunk in a stoop