lightning bugs always know where to find me.
I mean this literally. I mean they consistently land on my fingertips when I’m gesturing, I mean, they rest on my shoulders when I’m dancing, I mean they find my knees when I’m wandering.
I’m perpetual motion.
They flit onto my skirt from my parents field in the forest, dozens of ecstatic chromatic insects, missing my tonsils this time and tickling the back of my neck.
And I’m clothed in phosphorescent resplendent incandescent light.
Jul 10, 2014
Jul 10, 2014 at 11:45 PM UTC
lightning bugs always know where to find me.
I mean this literally. I mean they consistently land on my fingertips when I’m gesturing, I mean, they rest on my shoulders when I’m dancing, I mean they find my knees when I’m wandering.
I’m perpetual motion.
They flit onto my skirt from my parents field in the forest, dozens of ecstatic chromatic insects, missing my tonsils this time and tickling the back of my neck.
And I’m clothed in phosphorescent resplendent incandescent light.
