box-of-letters-in-her-head:

You are the sun kissing my skin
the breath that I take in.
Are you real, are you here?
I always blink my eyes and look again.

box-of-letters-in-her-head:

You are the sun kissing my skin

the breath that I take in.

Are you real, are you here?

I always blink my eyes and look again.