light from above left me writing into a shadow.
watched forms take shape in attempt to snap an image from the deepest parts of my indestructable heart.
when i watched my hands, when i looked at them, all i really saw was old. the kind of old thats swollen from hard work.
mama says their artist hands.
mama also says i shouldn't be surprised that you find me beautiful.
even right down to my artist hands.
my mind races while i'm trapped in silence.
locked in four walls of my nerves- too polite to say anything, too distracted to sleep.
when finally silence calmed my wall, anxiousness to find my usual spot in your arms consumed all energy i had left.
i headed steadily into the darkness.

there i found a friend, bandaged and happy. dressed amazingly in a tux at the bottom of some garden stairs. he sat with magnetic poetry in hand, impressing me with his unique style.
standing to his right, my love, also dressed to impress,
but with his hoodie no less. he was like nothing i had ever seen.
i watched his eyes, stared as far into him as i ever did before. i saw myself as i danced down the isle in white.