09
Nov
Bienvenida, mija de luzshe’s watching me. those brown irises follow me, and though i lock eyes with the pillars, the chapel walls, the grasses waving just beyond, i can’t shake her. i call her sunflower girl, this figment of my dreams. “have you ever fallen in love?” she asks. leaving the stone steps, i ignore her question. i gave up talking to the voices...
