"His skin is the night sky, and the freckles of his body must be mapped completely and explored for life outside of what I know. He is the wind coming through my window to brush my hair across my face, without regard for messes he will make.
Our warm bodies are two separate islands at night, and we must make earthquakes in the morning to meet again.
Nothing has ever been so unknown to me, yet I feel like I am coming home when I find his eyes.
I am lost within the wilderness of his mind with no desire to be found."