apocalyptic

it's a generous apocalypse, and one of lace and letters.
we move to embrace, but move too soon, and uncertain we scatter-
til we crash and burn again, crash and breathe again, make love again.
and in the aftermath of all that
we'll say nothing at all,
our backs against the wall,
our shoulders tall,
our wounds, defiant, bleeding.

chains and ribbons

and that is all i think i need to say about that.

oh my god

i'm in love.

it's embarrassing, really. i'm so in love that i have to post it on this blog that i'm pretty sure nobody reads because my it's already been like the last 370085 of my facebook statuses.

that is the only real reason for this post: so as not to be frickin obnoxious on my facebook once again.



fuck, life is good.