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Chase Horsfield

Updated: Tue, 1 Mar 2016 12:33 pm

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Biography

Young writer from Michigan. Writing and preforming in a more slame style . Have been featured in collegiate and Midwestern publication.

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They say it takes the average freshwater oyster 2-6 years to form a pearl, I wonder how many years or how many oysters it must've taken God to create your smile. So opalescent. I feel pathetic; The way my body carved, and fortified; Crumbles under just a flash of grace. The first time I saw you do what you do; I was literally brought to my knees. Like in a moment I had to bow down in realization, Id never deserve that sort of love or Affection A girl with a mess of a hair and a smile that made me feel important. A woman with hands like forks; truly after my own heart! Minutes after meeting you, I told you I'd spent years writing to your shadows. And you didn't run... Call me a lush for your hipster aesthetic, Your Audrey Hepburn bangs. Your Oxford's with blistered heels; The way your face tucks behind a book or camera lens. It's just the type of nostalgia I feel in your presence is astounding. Like every new thing I learn about you; Is like knowing your hungry, and someone naming off; exactly what you didn't know you wanted. I swear I hear symphonies when you speak. Like all your words are set to this cadence that marches straight to my heart. And, You're the kind of person who captures moments; not selfies. Who writes and thinks, before what she has to say comes out. And you're fashion sense and work ethic are equal parts intimidating and inspiring. I swear you use the same artistic grace, While capturing a grandma buying a eggplant at the market. As some seasoned nation geographic photographers; must have to use to capture thousand year old volcanos, exploding for the first time. You're a extroverted wallflower. Like if Sylvia Plath and Ansel Adams had a baby. I just wanna sit and listen to carpenters records, While having tea and sharing small talk about the birds and weather. You've taught me to appreciate the small things like the color yellow, and sweaters. And you're laugh... It's like God made a frequency unannounced to the rest of us, That just warms up a room and makes everyone feel a little more light and at peace. And "you need not be alarmed." This is neither lust nor love... Least not the depths of which I've known either of those things. No, this is just me showing a mutual admiration. For you're eclectic nature and; your ability to make my spirit feel...kindred. It's just for so long I let thoughts or comments go silent for fear of judgment. And seeing you do you on a daily basis makes me feel safe. Like I don't have to undergo some mysterious change. That I'm more than just "okay" being... Well.. Me!? And it's funny how my references always circle back to aquatic life. Like the only way I can come close to describing this feeling... Is to compare it to the uncharted depths and mysteries of sea. I guess what I'm trying to say is; You bring the same comfort as thanksgiving. As the smell of cedar and coco round the fire. And you awaken and appeal to this wallflower wanderlust I've always felt. And even if we arnt friends or comrades... You're someone I can be glad to say I've known when the world ends.

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