drewwilsonphoto:i want to give you, the city burning down while we dance upon the ashes, type of l
drewwilsonphoto: i want to give you, the city burning down while we dance upon the ashes, type of love. but so far all I’ve come up with is a flickering matchstick down a long cold hallway. i want you to tear down the walls of this apartment when you dance. if you’re angry, scream until my ears bleed. when you start to laugh, they’ll mistake it for an earthquake in Southern California. i might not be stars you can count in the night sky, but I’ll be the fig tree Sylvia Plath once wrote about. -- source link