i crave beauty. i want it i want it i want it

young girl with soft light seeping from her pores. hair i want to bury my face in.

you know what he said? he said, "i like it when you tremble..."

i found a dead bird yesterday. beside the pool no one will swim in. she said, "a lot of birds die by flying into fences." and with that she stared at the tesselation of wire diamonds. "maybe," i said doubtfully, starring at its crushed skull and wondering.

we got lost in the woods. i climbed a pine tree like a ladder. and gathered mimosa blossoms for her.

we stared up at powerlines from on the concrete.

we snuck into an abandoned apartment.

we got rained on.

we painted japanese paper fans.

this morning i woke up inspired, craving beauty. i want want want

i want to go to the cafe in arles that vincent van gogh painted and so often frequented. i want to break down there. into little, puzzle-pieces. yellow ones. vincent's favorite color.