Intimacy
Swaying. We are spinning in the surreal eddies of interconnected relationships between joints. Swirling. We are mixing mysterious main ingredients with urgent and removed expressions masked by the non-chalant pigment of our eyes. We are realising the revalation of imagination. Proximity. Pre-ordained mishaps send me falling down stairs and I keep missing a step. You cradle my ephemeral bleeding existance in the elevator on the way back up. Pinacle. We will get off at different floors and gaze out windows while we dream of the mundane repetition of laundry mondays. We will have secrets.
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Ben CrawfordOk, facts about me. Here we go: I was born in Red Rock, Ontario, Canada. I was a home birth due to blizzard. I hate anything too sweet. I love tea. I love poetry. I love theatre. I love the colour green. I am colour-blind. In concept I like cats more than dogs. I am a libra. I was born in the year of the horse. I am a phlegmatic-melancholic but I'm also quite sanguine. My spirit animal is the raven but I am unanimously thought of as a goat. I love coffee. I love the night. I hate the word "sesame". I love rolling on the floor. I love painting the legs of tables. I like walking. I contradict myself.
