gilded chocolate coin, paper bones,
a creeping hue on an otherwise barren husk,
where is my friend.
where did all this black and whiteness come from. I'm grey, grey and grey all over.
Wheels within wheels, concentrical.
Let's start a war, it's our nature, war, isn't it? I'll war you if you war me.
The sun and moon are two of my closest, most adored companions.
I have a fetish for sunburn and skeletal protrusions (though I pretend I don't).
Rather than seeing your gender, your spectacles, your future, your mascara, your lips or knuckles or pollen, dusted, clinging to your jumper- I see their colour.
my story is long, complicated, warm and winding, like your innards.
Current Residence: in the waves
Personal Quote: Gender.