like fairy lights, i’m stringing up my words i’m crafting myself some imaginary world. Advertisements
in the distance, drums and thunder, storm clouds dance on the horizon. leaves twist patterns in november air, and freight trains low will rattle by the windows shake, the walls will sway, and your knees will fault and buckle, but there’s a path that you must follow, there is a path that you must follow.
orange glow against black water, feel these city winds cut through me, and my feet are soaked and freezing, and this beach is dark and empty. oh the infinite potential of each moment to completely, shift the course of all your current thought, or change your life entirely.
thoughts turn to springtime, and the shifting of light, silhouette of a boy sunbeams pouring through lace curtains morning sun adorns grass crowns of dew drop stars it’s gentle, like the blossoming pastels and petals we step secret patterns, quiet rapture silhouette of a boy, it was only ever you.
come find me in the sun pool, silhouette of a boy wash our bodies in the silver light i’ll sing sad songs, you’ll tread swirling waves you know how to float, i don’t, i’ll sink like a stone twisting patterns in saltwater silhouette of a boy, it was only ever you.
heart crests to cloudbursts and thunderstorms, make me untamed, let me be transformed.
this place is drenched in divinity. it’s hidden just under everything.
mysterious patterns of smoke are rising around me the soft scent of candles vanilla and chamomile dwindling it’s real early morning moonbeams tumbling in through the windows and the gaps between curtains twisting secret magic in the springtime breeze.
Snow-capped mountains momentarily crest luminous, cutting into the sky at magnificent (and dizzying) angles, set aglow in the momentary gaps between rushing clouds. Brilliant white, slate grey, a never ending northern twilight to saturate it all, and pine… these mossy, evergreen, forests a million shattered fragments of deepest emerald green.
Dandelions and dew drops. Springtime leaves and the long grass glisten, in countless shades of jade, and silver. All around me, fractal patterns of water and light, as clouds of steam condense, rise, and tumble, in the valley below.