i can tell you this. it's about a girl. one you should have known. one that was Almost Real.
i never like to look at her (or photographs of her) don't let me let you think that she isn't ******* beautiful.
she is.
it's just that. that isn't why i Almost Love an Almost Real girl. she writes to me. about her lover, and her art. and her sadness. and how the world just isn't fair.
and i do (love her). and it isn't (fair).
her art is part of why i love her, though. if my eyes are always a window into my mother's soul then her Art is the window to mine.
she draws (mostly) girls (mostly) and their eyes are cast out because she knows there are things she sees that she doesn't want to.
and they have no voices. because hers is so soft. and it makes me want to Scream!
"i could love you! my fire would feed on yours!"
but my voice is also soft. and we all have our cages.