Corps in Giselle, by Mark Olich
I’ll never get sick of this view.
If I were to jump this is how I would do it, I wouldn’t stand on the edge waiting for someone to notice and pretend to care. Just run, and jump.
i can’t stop looking at this.
I want you in every way possible. I want you when you’re sick, I want you when you’re sad, and I want you when you’re happy. I want you in the morning and at night. I want you when I make breakfast. I want your hands in mine. I want you in my arms and next to me in bed. I want your lips against mine. I want to watch movies with you and build forts. I want to lay on the hood of the car under the stars. I want to spend holidays with you. I want you, and only you.
Love the sky
That’s how the light gets in. —Leonard Cohen, Selected Poems, 1956-1968 (via icarusambition)