clockwork

in notebooks, we scribbled and made fun of love
journals, we left them as they were.

'"They say that nameless things change constantly - that names fix them in place like pins. But without a name, a thing isn't quite real either. Maybe you're not a real thing."' - Holly Black, Ironside, Chapter 8, Page 188

it doesn't have to be a loud big bang
each tap a piano key, somewhat a chime
a dose of sea, stardust, glue and the random quietness
anklet charms and of want.