Acer Sacharrum

I would weave in the tears of a mermaid, the breath of my love, and the drop of the ocean

sing even if you sing badly; dance even if you dance horribly; write even if you write terribly; love even if you are bad at it.

a collision of keratin

and chipping pigments

a meticulous routine spent

washing pale nails

in a montage of paint trails,

speaking to people with honey-thick & beautiful accents brings a whole new meaning to hanging on your every word