"i love you, cavraletta"

i love you like the sun.

we spoke aloud, embedded in the ether, like fireflies in the mist, violent and obscene, shaking the trees to the ground.

i love you like orion.

a collapsing, a folly, defined by the unexperienced, movements not becoming of what we truly were.

i love you.

creatively speaking, behind shadows and moonlight, making the most of inevitables, making the least out of what never was.




cavraletta, in the moon. cavraletta, in the light. cavraletta, dream of day. cavraletta, dream of night.

-Cameron Bordwell (1872)