Violently in love with you. With sound. With colors, with the air, with water, with sound, with music, with the air, with water, with the ground beneath my feet.
I have an aura migraine, I can't see, I can't hold a line if trying to read; the lines are dancing my heart-throb. Boom bang bang. Spinning. I love you, I love the water on my skin, the air moving the little hair on my airm; I move from one room to the other and just take in and love back. In return. The air, the colors, the music, the sounds. The pain-killers don't work, so doctors say, accept the pain, invite him in. Well. You're welcome to stay. I love thee too, honey.
