dollar store crucifixes

years in hell began to unravel in my hands when we met... you goddamned angel. suddenly the autumn stars over kelburn ache like true love gone sour [heaven knows i've seen it]. a sky sick with warps in time and space. 
get me out of this woodsmoke suburb where friends become piles of ash. the city is sea breeze bittersweet. it's opium for growing pains. 
you've reminded me of the vision i religiously dedicated myself to. art, adoration, wellington city. every love i've felt before pales in comparison.