I'm not mentioning this to confuse myself. I haven't documented any of this and I don't want to forget.

pink pig tails, and brown eyes. I'm going to loose you, before I ever knew you. How's it going to feel, brown eyes are staring at my back. We really like each other. You might have hated my rock collection. How would the layers of you and me piled up? sediment, or bean dip. Printing processes, walks with the dogs, making miso, sleeping naked. We never made it outside the front door. Isn't that right? Sniffing cheeks. this is ours.
The jumping plant, crashed to the floor when it suicide leapt from it's pot. It meant to, because it had grown out of it's pot. You believe in these things. How is your beautiful wind sail ride through the living room dear? Dipping you back, you remind me of the scar on your chest, cracked open like and egg. You question rising star signs while raising your arm to point, to wave at me, or catch your balance. You remind me of the scar on your side, the one that looks like mine. You make riding the wind look easy, your sail looks mild yet breezy.

This is where you beat me up for saying something so cheezy