your eyes, lips, face, body, hands, feet and hair seem cabalistic, as if it's a sacred will, you to be sculpted in my mind, every day over again ∙ confident, I sowed on you a smile, dreamily and equally temptingly, with a strange color blue, chiseled to rent to you my graph to feel me

Here I am, — loving you. 𓇼 All satellites have been positioned relying on any move of my ankles. 𓇼 The operators and photographers have arranged the light, frames, samples, too. 𓇼 Look out for shadows. Fix my attire. I'm a sensitive kind. It's no time for details. 𓇼 All will appear on first page as the breaking news with other relevant words, until this edition ends.

maybe I'm not the one you think I am, — [maybe…] ‧ maybe I'm not the one I'd wish, or I should be, — [maybe…] ‧ but as I've been born without my consent, maybe too soon... …or maybe too late... I accepted myself with everything I am… [for sure…]