you tower ‘neath the arches of red and gold it’s you, i swore you were swept away into the maroon folds of the curtains that line your brain and keep the outside so far away it’s you in that specific place occupying that exact space and now my skull pushes inwards and damn it feels so good i cannot express my gratitude for your lack of indifference you want to burst into light and i know you should i’m the speed on the orbit inversely proportional to the distance