I know the darkness dancing in my gaze, how the rained-on-muddy-brown that fills my eyes is drunk on midnight and secrets. I glance at your face and feel… the need to invite your soul-tellers to look inside my heart. Can you see what blooms in there? The parts of me (growing deep-deep-deep), the pieces that mirror the bits you (almost) never show to the world? I see you, know you… because strange takes time to find itself. I searched for you and found you because the world is broken, slightly rotten… and I can’t fix it alone.
I’m using my weird
to kick impossible’s butt—
hope is exotic.
Let’s become the uncanny
change that makes happy the norm.
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.