Inflating the kitchen with popcorn

Coffee rotting

Sunflowers in the sun
feeding from the light
like a golden watercolour painting
Field mice nibbling
Bees buzzing
Coming out to play
In the middle of a wheat field
Turned over
looking up at the dust particles that fill the sky
Oh how wonderful it would be to become a mole
Or fly.

22nd March
on a Saturday
the sky was so blue

Smiling with rough sore eyes
Is near to the best feeling
After being a duvet blanket sloth
and crying all week.

Paper bag come over my head
hide// filter my mind
from the people infront
and the people behind

this is making me sick
im already sick
peacefully
in your bed
without you

surrounded by your smell

If we could sleep forever in this duvet
I might want to

minutes at a time*
Dancing till time decides to cut the strings
Letting go of fear i know it definitely clings
Lets Break The clocks
Blare the music
Make them stop
HeadStrong again
Planning failing strategies
Make them stop please
Unwind your Bandages
Don't be afraid to speak
Take off your skin Stranger and Dance with me

"To the begining of the tape please
I don't like the end"
she said to me again and again.

I'll storm this palace for you.

eyes streaming
  just floating