My major:
For the rest of this November,
Is to be love
Written in chalk
On a black & white brick wall
My minor:
An almost cartoon imagined lake
That has thousands of pieces of sand & dirt
Leading up to the bluest of waters,
Whatever that means,
Leading up to an almost impossible walk-way on that water
Leading up to a far off pristine city
In front of the undeniably patient mountains
Leading up to that edible sky
And I will learn so much
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 5:48 PM UTC
My major:
For the rest of this November,
Is to be love
Written in chalk
On a black & white brick wall
My minor:
An almost cartoon imagined lake
That has thousands of pieces of sand & dirt
Leading up to the bluest of waters,
Whatever that means,
Leading up to an almost impossible walk-way on that water
Leading up to a far off pristine city
In front of the undeniably patient mountains
Leading up to that edible sky
And I will learn so much
