Take me to the place beyond the bottom of the world.

They let you drown in here

“The head of each was completely encased in cotton, a swollen cocoon twice the size of an ordinary blown up balloon, and the cotton, because it had been sprayed with a glossy substance, twinkled like Christmas-tree snow” Capote

You’re like that heat before the rain comes, sticky hot with no escaping. It just clings all over your body. And then the rain comes hurtling out of nowhere.

Coffee-coloured skin and warm honey

I’m more afraid of you than you are of me.

Telling me to smile. I’m smiling on the inside