In the factory that you call your mind.

i like when you look like you haven't slept or brushed your hair.
it makes my head less thinky and my tummy more twirly. It makes me think something genius is brewing, something more genius than what you already are. i like when your finger nails are a little dirty and your clothes a little drapey, it makes my lips smirk in ways I didnt know they could, it lets me know you are fragile and real and seeing colors in your head. sometimes your eyes seem distant, and I think that is okay too.. it reminds me of when I drift, to places unknown, to hidden treasures and old stories, the bottom of the sea and back. THAT is what makes me feel like I am not alone. Like minds... in some ways, messy hair in others... broken hearts, broken bones, it's all just one more mark... i like when you look like you haven't slept.