Are blue and green
and gray in light
and are sweet.
They recognize me occasionally, for awhile
enchanted with boyish joy,
they are fearful, they wish you wouldn't watch.
They are in awe, full of Wonder.
Discontent.
Admiration.
Death.
Disbelief.
Shame.
objects of
transparency through
Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 2:28 PM UTC
Are blue and green
and gray in light
and are sweet.
They recognize me occasionally, for awhile
enchanted with boyish joy,
they are fearful, they wish you wouldn't watch.
They are in awe, full of Wonder.
Discontent.
Admiration.
Death.
Disbelief.
Shame.
objects of
transparency through
the fascination I have for people to let me see them, at their most vulnerable times, their most base levels of themselves and break all of the things out to where I can see it. I am so infatuated with that ability
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