lucidflux

dear girl, according to the time zones in my pocket, your eyes are shut as you lay under your covers and your heart has gone down to a dull roar. I hope your dreams are filled with soft hues of green and pink, and you're wearing your favorite summer dress in the snow while thinking of me. And the more you think of me, I'm wishing I'm on a train-wreck back into your life, but the weather is warm here and excess arms around my hipbones would only make this hot to the point of being unbearable. dear boy, I've spent the afternoon dancing with butterflies as they formed a pair of wings for me and flew me up to a soft cloud, I dipped my hands in