You are the only language I can even begin to comprehend. I didn’t even have to take a class to learn the verbs and conjunctions and the colors of your rainbow, which is funny isn’t it? I can understand the sounds of your yawn and you choking on your spit, but your complex thoughts are cryptic, locked away deep inside the cave of your heart. No—cave isn’t the right word—it’s not empty. But it’s a mysterious maze I get lost in for fucking days at a time, searching for the sunshine, only to find eternal moonlight.
Words by Catherine Stephens