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Favorite visual artistWenquing Yan, Agnes Cecile, *pikiruFavorite bands / musical artistsIndie / Alternative / House / DubstepFavorite booksFracture by Megan Miranda, The Book Thief by Markus ZusakFavorite writersee cummings, *vvolatile, *ohsostarryeyedFavorite gamesPokemon c:Tools of the TradeCorel Painter Essentials 4.0, Pencil, Acrylics, Charcoal
walk me through the parade of my youth, to the crying in dressing rooms the praying through clenched teeth. take me (hand in hand) into the tunnels of us, the echo of vanity. we must stroll into the spectrums of tear stained glass where my body’s hues unfold like new sheets, and old colors can be washed away—
(tell me i can change, tell me i—)
we can be kaleidoscope kids, stealing palettes from the kind of skies that hemingway could only dream about. we can be the voice under skin mumbling through veins and patches of stars, saying “beauty is no news at all”
tell me we are a shitty poem. tell me you are not a mirror. i have spent too long looking at myself, i can change—
tell me my scheme is not permanent, that you can change me, you can change these colors that i shed like skin
tell me my insides are pretty and the outside is just god’s shitty paintjob. i'll listen to anything you say because your voice is the only artist i know. it made me and it can tear me the fuck apart. i am an anatomy study. i am on paper and i am real
(tell me i am real)
i am wandering between rainbows. your voice is the highest plateau in the sky and yeah, i know i’m gonna have to get used to breathing shallow if i want to stay high.
i want to stay high with you, tell god to fuck himself. i want to look at you and look at me and look at you and never look back. i want to make wings out of these dead colors. this is all i have. this body is all i have.
and yeah, i know it’s a bed of nails but it’s home.