In the presence of the present,
I'm afraid you're afraid I'm afraid
that I love you.
I love you using the lips of those
that convert a melody
in a chouette, — hard-rock-lover.
So tell me when you intend to order
strawberries, whipped cream and
chocolate to get me chills & fever?
un p'tit je ne sais quoi © coco
Prince │ Samantha Fish

bunch of emotions organized in words

what's sealed there, it's felt here deeply