the first time i looked you in the face i fell on the floor. It had been a really long time, we had known each other forever, i never looked in the face.

Thinking back on it i'm not sure i can even validate or describe what I saw.

Ojos.

your eyes were like, like these orbs. Glassy and pale pale verde.

Drunk? maybe. 

honest? yes

tired? absolutely

very tired

very sweet

They were so precious, they looked like if i plucked them out that they would kept in a velvet box with gold dipped metal work encasing it. And then put on some kind of a shelf with flood lights in an upper middle class home.

they have been the best plague lately.

Maybe i'm imagining things, in all honesty i was not the most sober person in the room.

But that little snip of a few seconds has been the catalyst for so much, i just cant put it down.

It was a pretty little death though, i suppose. Quiet and consuming.

Honestly im not worreid about the benefits, it just feels so good all the time.

at a distance, quiet, still, non existent. still.

i miss the orbs anyway.

at any rate, you certainly have an interesting point of view.

sweet, soft, consuming.

It grew up through a tree and stopped at the ceiling, maybe i kept going. Staccato. 

Oh yeah, it was staccato.

i just fell i love with devendra banhart.