Context is my simple answer to the majority of questions I’m asked just to see if I can discern. Life is my coloratura & I’m fully fixed our paths are labyrinths leading to an apex we can’t possibly pin. We all arrive & depart in moments.
You are my light show, the impossible feat embodied in human skin. I cannot sing but if I could I’d always croon your praises. Steady your gaze a second too long & danger itself cowers before your linnunrata. From this path of birds you emerged and now I believe the phoenix couldn’t possibly be lore.
Now I beg you, take me under your wing.