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My Dearest, StarBoy
I love being solid
I can’t describe what solid means
No matter how much my mom asks
Because she will never understand
That it feels like
Tree trunks and soaked wood
Mossy mushrooms with dew drops
A raging river
Sharp and soft and subtle and tender rocks
A loud quiet
Rain and hail and cracking lightning and thunder
Noises and sights and scents and feelings
That’s my solid
You are my solid.
I can’t describe what solid means
No matter how much my mom asks
Because she will never understand
That it feels like
Tree trunks and soaked wood
Mossy mushrooms with dew drops
A raging river
Sharp and soft and subtle and tender rocks
A loud quiet
Rain and hail and cracking lightning and thunder
Noises and sights and scents and feelings
That’s my solid
You are my solid.
Published 5th Nov 2024
Author's Note
Love is so insane. I want to crush something because of how much love I feel for you. It’s so crazy. How I wish I could draw the art that my mind paints when I think of you. You are art. My best friend, my swamp buddy, my StarBoy, my solid.
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