(BASKET CASE)

When.

when I think of a plum, I taste the fruit
when I think of a rose, I feel its soft petals between my fingers.
when I think of the rain, I smell the petrichor in the air.
when I think of your lips my heart races, my blood runs faster.
when I think of you near me my lungs squabble with my throat and the air is quickly in and out to avoid conflict.
when I think of your touch, sparks touch my skin, like gentle daggers.
when I think of my fingers through your hair I find peace and chaos in a single moment, I am fully content.
when I think of our future, I find real hope of that peace and chaos and content and something real I always thought was impossible. and I find happy.