after this ballet we will die our beautiful death;

today i bought 2 new dresses and went to enhui's blog and heard this song

and suddenly i want to wear all my clothes at once and inhale their pungent cottony aura and grab their edges and hold the fraying ends close to my heart;

and suddenly i want to strip and don only my dreams and whims and
twirl again, and run again, dance again and jump again
let it be a promise. that after this misty morning and wistful song

that after this ballet of a music of a long-
ing gaze, we will die our beautiful death;
alongside and apart