Hello L.C., A starfish's lifelong hallucinations of gelatin pools and of actuaries floating upon the foam and reciprocal ohm. Your cleverness helps me breathe without the need of oxygen. You ever remind me of the enigma of happy thoughts I once forgot. How can I help but use your eyes as a means for self-asphyxiation? All my thoughts are lost to your graceful gaze? You are dressed with filaments and people take pains to make you fully incandescent this evening. The expanse of your beauty is a void no universe could ever fill. I love your eyes, I know they can stare through my thoughts. The sand runes crossing your divided consciousness do speak of contemptuous monsters being slayed by flying phoenixes. I desire to see life through your hallucinations so that they massage my viscera into an eternal state of turgid flux. Your sweet voice is like the application of aloe vera upon a sunburnt back. Your eyes show as many deep and full shades of fire as a volcano in heat. Your hair sends forth a sheen remniscent of golden sunlight winding through shadows.
