and it's just a little funny,
how your face cracks open into that wide smile,
so easily.
enough to make you want to cry,
really.

i wonder, sometimes, if this space doesn't give me a level of indulgence that's just a little unhealthy. like that strawberry cheesecake i can't stop dreaming about..beautiful, pure, innocent, white cheesecake, with that layer of deep red (you could sink into it). heaven.