Creating art is feeling it out.

There's always more to talk about,
but not always more to say.

You are the terrorist
Smashing porcelain
Sauntering
Passing through
Your presence
Broad and fleeting
But Virgo’s birthed anew

Goodbye to you
And your combustive yellow bile
Representing no true fire
Yet here you go again
Smashing porcelain
Cause all I am to you
Is a doll you got use to

You are the terrorist
But I,
I am Mercury bending fire
Smashing porcelain
Sauntering
Passing through

You learn something new every day
so long as you don't let your ego light the way

I WANT:
to visit history musems
and make our own.
i want to take walks
down old beaten paths,
and see sunsets in unfamiliar places
I WANT:
to breathe in your sigh
while looking at the harvest moon,
hold your weary face in the morning
and murmur,
"everything will be alright"
I WANT:
to transcend my happiness
into your chest
I WANT:
to believe that
cold winter nights
aren't just the memories
only you love,
I WANT:
what we *aren't

"I've grown up, so now I can look down."