hp: if this gold light shatters (dawn to dusk)
the only thing i can say is that i have a fascination with love and trees.
if this gold light shatters (dawn to dusk)
pg15 - h/d
a series of sequences; brief snapshots of a [relation]ship in 24 hours.
trees sway, leaves rippling light. awake. shadows play carousel on his face, a breeze and a lingering coolness. he is grey and nonchalant, eyeing the napping hero. we are fucking unpoetic, he mutters.
scarhead shifts, realigns, and cracks open one eye. focuses, zeroes, tunnels in to a profile so glaringly im(possible love crumbling here)
perfect.
blinding.
(you are, you are)
the boy on the tree sneers and bats away at a fallen leaf. a metaphor of colliding lies, he stares at the half-sleeping hero.