When you take a look, make sure to steal it, it’s the only true way to see 

I’m curious too

How many pages and how many peels until you reach the end of this road

The plot is a tangle of missed sunsets and overrated rainbows

Never as interesting as in imagination, and never as simple as in our hopes 

A house or a home I will ask you, but I don’t expect an answer 

Rather than miss another sunset, perhaps this time I wait 

To see what and who and where will find me 

After the storm has cleared and the chaos has been cashed 

After all the birthday cakes in the world have been burnt to ash, ate up, spit out, or whatever other end a birthday cake can imagine 

After the life cycle of a moth, there is another day for humans

Meet me with a kiss the day after moth day, in the moonlight

Of course.