the ballad of a timid cornea
Refraction occurs whenever you pass in front of me with your face drenched in crystal sweats and your lips colored like a strawberry fruit blossoming in the midst of spring. The air near the ground would sweep my eyes and the sound coming from the corners of the earth would stop from traveling in that instant when you made the beat of my heart speed up. The air becomes cooler and I would chill as if you want me too. But after that momentum, you are already at a farther distance while I, still angled in the reverberation of my feelings, is still at the same place, wondering what you look like when you pass somebody else.