kafka-esque
i woke up today with you in my arms a few months ago and for the first time i felt dirty. i felt like maybe there was something questionable about my behavior and maybe my skeleton was outside. i thought that it was written all over my face like some sort of black-face paint in a nickelodean. but i was black to begin with like when i was born.
i don’t care if the cards are wrong. you feel right.