look at me now.

Friday 29 December 2017

like magic.

1/12/16:404pm.

He is the kind of beautiful that surfaces melancholy in the core of my heart and tears in my eyes. In mind is all the ways to describe him and the endless discoveries of words unwritten for, to and about him. Drawing him with my mind. Taking photos of him by sight. And snivel over how I shouldn't at all.

-This is my magic; feeling.
Though we all know that doesn't exist,
and I suppose this is just another excuse to talk to him.

-riri-

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