first and foremost. it seems i was a bit vague in yesterday’s cheetah post.
my tongue is still in my cheek dears. no, i did not really want that cat for my wedding.
maybe him. but not cheetah.
sometimes this is my idea of dreamy.
but then i get a glimpse of those grey-green, blue, in just the right light, eyes of my hh, and my fantasy world resembles a scene more comme ça.
a little coffee, conversation, and confidence (pronounced “con- FY-dence”-let’s not lose our minds).
soon my inhalations take on a greater depth, and that awful tangerine noise machine i have inside my body, soothes into a misty mint green.
the clouds and i waltz anew.