To Miss Catherine (A Birthday Gift. Sorry I Can't Do Better, But Still…) - The World Is A Beautiful Place & I Am No Longer Afraid To Die

Hide out, it’s certainly a safe place.

With lights out and blankets shielding bodies from the cold.

I know that there exists polaroids of clothing that you used to wear.

Your skin constructed cities as it flaked into the stitches and the seams.

Dearest, you left me with a closet

Where the moth’s digest a promise that «I'll never tell a soul»

I know that you know.

We stack bricks we’re building a brand new city

Where will sleep safely and underwater.

Where we are all the same, we’re breathless sculptures.