your eyes, lips, face, body, hands, feet, hair, seem cabalistic as if it's a sacred will, you to be sculpted in my mind every day, over again … confident, I sowed on you a smile dreamily and equally temptingly, like a strange color blue, chiseled to rend you ample, all of my graph

Here I am, — loving you. All satellites have been positioned relying on any move of my ankles. The operators and photographers have arranged the light, frames, samples, too. Look out for shadows. Fix my attire. I'm a sensitive kind. It's no time for details. It'll appear on 1st page as the breaking news with other relevant words till the edition ends.

maybe I'm not the one you think I am, — [maybe…] maybe I'm not the one I'd wish, or I should be, — [maybe…] but as I've been born without my consent, maybe too soon... or maybe too late... I accepted myself with everything I am… [for sure…]