Standing in your center of gravity Brushing aside wide, wistful, worrisome, wet leaves of the forest Life cuts into the nightmarish amethyst of the night, stumbling into holes falling, screeching into the nanosecond of that space Dappled waters ripple Floating transparently A melodious silence; The gentle pull of breath
This is an old crumpled piece of paper I found in my room from a long time ago ~ Enjoy
Brisk coldness infused in silent veins Wild wind rolling in, merciless and elegant Piercing through everything, laughing in its wake Trudging through layers of crunching ice and firm snow Burning the skin off your tongue for hot chocolate The trees shed their leaves To let in the sky
sun breaking through a stark-black sky its rays are unconfined as it journeys through my window I wipe the sleepiness from my eyes, but its warmth lingers nothing ever stops, it only pauses existing within the fabric of reality but no longer changing it
the scent of a rose the light of a sun the glowing from a moon the dust from a star the tablecloth on your table the tree's roots cutting into the earth a world behind a window the rain sounding from comfort sea salt spraying coarse sand an aesthetic what a bore
bright red bubbles pop from underneath my feet red as cherry trees that won't grow can this be blood? dirt from in between my toenails i wash off Mother Nature's skin a leaking coming from my eyes that washes away dissatisfaction can these be tears? the sound of feet against the ground solid and unloving i slip face down into the ground can this be where life comes from? an old lady plants flowers in her garden can this be inspiration? i am losing my train of thought can this brain be me?