April 22, 2021
*wholly stains her fingerprints in black ink and turns it ✨aesthetic✨*
Today was a calm, if not indolent, day. Thick clouds covered the sky completely in the afternoon, allowing the Sun to spread its light evenly - and these kind of days always make me sleepy. I managed to study Contemporary History nonetheless - a monograph of the cold war, to be more precise. I even managed to work out a bit, between a quick analysis and some dumb, fountain pen-written thoughts. I was drinking a cup of spiced black Kashmir Tchaï, with a splash of milk and some savoiardi, when it finally started raining.
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My handwritings prettier than my voice
so darling please forgive me if what I’m trying to say don’t
Translate in the words that I speak
So I’ll keep writing letters to you before I fall asleep
To send to the fire
and I’ll admire
you from a distance the way I always do
Crushing on you like the weight of my heart as it split in two
I’m through
Darling fuck I’m falling in love with you
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