$VII: Aubade | Uncomposed: "Refractions of Light"$

I have wanted to leave home since I was thirteen years old, and the desire sings in my ribs even more strongly now.

VI: Interlude | Uncomposed: "Lexicon"

G for Georgia, O for Oscar, T for Thomas, again O for Oscar. My mother spells out her maiden name on the phone.

But my god, her hands made me want to play the piano again. That’s always how I know I’m fucked, when their hands are something music.

The great pause in my life is the way I am constantly forgetting to breathe. As such, I must always remind myself.

V: Cadenza | Searchlight Song: "Stop Time"

Wait. Miles Davis is on. That’s half the picture right there. His muted trumpet braids silver around my veins.

The story is the same always: one of you leaves first & you both know who it’s going to be.

I wanted to plant a garden with her, but her winter was my spring & none of the days moved slowly enough to catch.

My best mistakes could hear me for what I was. Through a stereo, over a headrest, I was so seen, so possible.

When she was younger, my grandmother danced cour for a local ballet company.

The first time I ever watched a movie in black & white was on invitation from Isabella.