Ophelia
we're just two ghosts
swimming in a glass half empty
swimming in a glass half empty
His company alone is blessing enough, but after a childhood sequestered away from things like school and libraries, any manner or genre of knowledge is a treasure trove they yearn to touch and explore. It’s a blessing then that he is so eloquent, capable of explaining and answering questions in a way that make simple sense in Ophelia’s head. With no capability of growing tired, they could sit for days talking about the stars if they truly wanted.
The birds he points out are captured in different poses, but he explains they share the same name despite having arisen in different regions. “Do they both use the same stars despite the different shapes? Or are they in different parts of the sky, but happen to share a similar theme?” Leaning sideways on the bench they investigate the pictures with their eyes, trying to determine the answer on their own in a gesture of good faith, showing their genuine interest in the topic.
The birds he points out are captured in different poses, but he explains they share the same name despite having arisen in different regions. “Do they both use the same stars despite the different shapes? Or are they in different parts of the sky, but happen to share a similar theme?” Leaning sideways on the bench they investigate the pictures with their eyes, trying to determine the answer on their own in a gesture of good faith, showing their genuine interest in the topic.
trying vainly to forget
the pain that came with heartbeats
the pain that came with heartbeats
