cranes.balloons.

this is for my oracle/ballerina/sparrow. who thinks so much less of her prosings than she ought. who drew me to these online keys. love.

i abandoned a talent many months past. a secure, hardy talent which i had moulded myself around. it defined my edges so i wouldn't have to myself. only when i left it behind did i discover the humblement of other people's belief in me. of people seeing diamond possibilities in my fuzzy-edged delirium. the undeserved faith takes my breath.

all i want to do is make cranes and balloons.