i dream of a place in space where you read to me from across the rooms and stars shine all around us. yes i am hopelessly romantic. you have as many faces as my house has rooms. i might just end up with one. there are the wooden floorboards and a steamy bathroom where i count the splinters jammed into your skin. trying to describe the colors you make me see. dreamy eyes and you come across a thousand oceans although we only counted three. and you crawl towards me across the floorboards, you don't care about the pain. we were cats then and we twisted our bodies. i turned the doorknobs and you became another. and with every blink of the eye flowers grow higher into clouds. we don't need airplanes. let's breathe in.