by MISSY SKINS
A Rapture of absence and bliss. An imaginary kiss. Intoxicated by the scent of wild violets amongst deep hues of forest green and soft lilac. Blinded by white light, lifted by airy blues, set aglow in smitten pink. The heart beats in waves of red, skipping a thousand miles an hour, free fall in slow motion. Snapshots and memories obsess every waking hour. Sweet nothings bring a smile; faded denim jeans, a locket, the key, facets of gems and flowers. Nonsensical doodles and jumbled words swirling in every direction. Wear your luck on your sleeve, dance with the teddy bear as your close your eyes and squeal. Candy-hued and bittersweet – have you ever been lovesick?