the eyes sight is the most destructive part of human denial. on wednesday i saw you and you didnt see me, swinging my feet, bruised hanging from the branches of trees. soft figures smiling and glancing in the periferals of my failing sight, and there is a sigh on your lips, a sigh of your heart as you smile at her and her and wrap your arms around my hips, and im screaming for your lips, the space inbetween your smile and your eyes when theyre closed, making you look asthough you are climbing upwards into the sky, the blue sky: opposing your eyes. and here I am i love you like a watch, winding down the hours, seconds, the evacuation before the explosions are let out into the skies. i deny_____. my hands are laced through yours. lets _(noun)_.