Nothing Eats Like The Things You Love

part 1

Do you remember when I drew the world on paper with words? Do you remember my obsession with bleeding eyes and skyscrapers made of music? Throwing questions to bounce off the screen falling to the floor, an offer to be picked up and pondered.

Glittering fish swimming around sea bottom so deep are your eyes. Nowhere seen are the eyes I would like to have. I ask when my life is finally at the turning point that I am struggling towards. Already I know the answer is when my eyes change from green to the purple yours are.

Who knows what I am trying to say save for myself.

Buildings pulled into crescents and sent to heaven so the moon is not rarer than your eyes. Even with how scanty my love is.

What is this. what, what is this? To be consumed by things and people, as if to be cut up, wedding cake devoured by all whom show up to the wedding that birthed this world.

I did not. Did not ask for an invitation, I do not know who the couple is. Why am I here?