Dedication 2-3

Everything is a washy blur of colours, this confusion is like a pang of realization like the first time you had a headache, there is beauty here; that's the coffee house we had our first drinks do you remember how your words fell on the pavement and I rushed to pick them up, tripping and you held my hand so certainly; I haven't felt anything like I have felt you, I haven't felt this much and I cannot feel for anything else now. Hold on, love. I've seen shapes and lights bend to grow into you, believe me when I say there is no loneliness now.