watching you draw all the beautiful things you saw creating worlds with the movement of your wrist drawing the lips you've kissed i see my eyes form pencil creating a storm fingers grasping holding it tightly lips parting slightly creating my curls dark golden locks in swirls you look up and me and smile and i want to look at you a while fingers entwined as the masterpiece is signed
I’ve seen see hundreds of colors he doesn’t know exist I’ve seen the creator in an atom, in a mountain I’ve seen prophecies and miracles, births and deaths
and he says my eyes are dead because he can’t find what he’s looking for there
Asthete, hygge Minimalistic Organized closets Well-folded linens Absence of junk Alphabetical library Jungle of houseplants Continual purging Flowers by the bed Free from clutter