(or.. finding solace in an absinth-generated haze and also, finding someone you instantly recognise as being the one you have been waiting for and then losing that someone in a blink of an eye.)

I'm not sure if I want to stop but I know I should.
sliding downwards is easier than I ever thought
and I'm tangled here in these wormwood roots but it makes me feel
like all I see is through shades of green and it's so beautiful

And you melted on my tongue like an ice cube in the sun
but your feet got cold in the way and you rained on my parade

Holding on to my innocence until my fingers bleed
letting go is much closer now than it's ever been before
you shone like a sun in a faceless crowd and I knew you at once
to be one of those who could touch me so that it makes me afraid