I’m in this village
And I wanna stay
I wanna go
There’s no room to watch things grow

Where the accounts are of fields
And the love in the pond
But don’t make me stay
Like I’m going to leave

Once our tide rolls in
On this side I’ll leave
But the other I’ll return one day
Bringing the scorched fruits tray need the rain

And I’ll just talk and I’ll just talk
Until my voice runs and ripped apart
There’s such beauty in the huge roads cascading through the woods
It’s like there’s nothing better.

There is a circle in the trees
Whilst I listen to music summoned. By
Nature
Accompanied by the wide open doors,
Letting the cool summer evening air
Embrace the malnourished insides of my
Home.
Soaring harmonies from Ms Welch
Provides the perfect mood for
Two moths to court each other
And seeing this it seems like the sky
Will never turn black. Stay the
Transcendent navy blue I
Grew up with
Ten years down the line I’ve never failed
In really loving this never ending
art.

Staring into that shining star
To make your world around you darker
Trying to focus on the ripples of light
emanating from the centre
As if you’re something to someone

Staring into that beautiful oblivion
That’s what it must be like to fall in love
And fall so hard you cannot bare to look
For it’ll be a million miles away from your
heavenly vision.

I have my mother’s temperament

In one moment I can
Be the sun
In another I can posses a grey soul and
Hang it out to dry
Embracing the endless breeze from the
Back bedroom window
Yet a few meters away, I wanted
To throw myself from mine
Leap down, maybe water the plant
To just lay down, it down
In the road

My example of me, my mother, and I.

From bedroom past
I could see the sky
A most sprawling adventure out in front of me
Beckoning me to come a little closer

From this bedroom
I can see the wind in the evergreen
And the sky gently invited my nervousness
Into the trusted land

This room is a fountain
Gathering up any ***** shedded from my trauma
And laying purity into the water
In hopes that I can have again.

God is destiny
Not as he is the end and future,
But what he does to people,
Blaming god for their lives and
Celebrating the end as their destiny.

Lightly open your fingers one by one
And the rose petals will start to drift away
Taken by the wind
Down the street
Paddling the pavement or ascending
Up into the sun bleached sky

With one touch they break free of their mother
And float far down into their grave
Taken by the wind
Disintegration in the street
Crumbling in the finger tips of a child
To again drift away
All destined for different journeys.