#vss365 

certainty is a luxury we weren't meant to afford.  

I am not entirely certain it is because a dash of mystery and a sprinkle of unexpected makes an otherwise bland existence worth waking up to morning after morning. That drips too much like the #slithy self-aggrandized flat-earther morphine.

I've slept long, tangled up in an intoxicatingly warm nightmare's nightmare of #crisscrossed alabaster limbs, absolutely certain when the shadow lifts and vision clears it'll be you laying on the pillow next to me... brown eyes spilling sunlight.

but, certainty is a luxury not meant for us.

as gold flecked honey eyes #uncloak bit by infinitesimal bit black obsidian depths, I can't help but wonder if my-you might be waking up in another world orbiting another sun on a completely different branch of the multiverse. 

... in your far distant corner, do your arms ache for the shape of me, with the untenable certainty mine aches  for you 

🎨 Nude Floating Over A Dark Pond; Arthur Boyd (1961)
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