astral body

"what did my fingers do before they held him?
what did my heart do, with its love?
i have never seen a thing so clear.
his lids are like the lilac-flower
and soft as a moth, his breath.
i shall not let go.
there is no guile or warp in him. may he keep so."

- three women, sylvia plath

do you realise

"and i guess you're proof that when you finally let go of the past, something better comes along."

perfect, perfect, perfect.