love reveals itself in the mundane,
in the cracks of pavement where wildflowers insist,
in words never spoken, only imagined,
in eyes heavy with longing,
in embraces that press too hard against the ribcage.
speak to me, though you have no mouth.
speak through your hands.
touch me, though you were born without them.
touch me through your kiss.
it stays with me
in a dim-lit room,
with bugs and roaches that eat what little i have.
it lingers just long enough
for me to almost reach it,
long enough to miss it.
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 11:25 AM UTC
love reveals itself in the mundane,
in the cracks of pavement where wildflowers insist,
in words never spoken, only imagined,
in eyes heavy with longing,
in embraces that press too hard against the ribcage.
speak to me, though you have no mouth.
speak through your hands.
touch me, though you were born without them.
touch me through your kiss.
it stays with me
in a dim-lit room,
with bugs and roaches that eat what little i have.
it lingers just long enough
for me to almost reach it,
long enough to miss it.
cameron winter reference, nausicaa studio ghibli reference
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