on days when the sky is cold, crisp, blue
a tangible reflection, almost solid-
i wish i could take a bite out of it
i'd jump using the last, innocuous, dying breath of summer to propel me and then
sink my teeth into
the frozen blueberry atmosphere
it could travel through every part of me
making me feel safe, clean, comfortable
not quite warm and not at all cold
how the trees must feel now
afterward i'd want to slowly descend like their leaves
cradled by amber air
until eventually landing softly
into an inky night
Oct 18, 2013
Oct 18, 2013 at 5:09 PM UTC
on days when the sky is cold, crisp, blue
a tangible reflection, almost solid-
i wish i could take a bite out of it
i'd jump using the last, innocuous, dying breath of summer to propel me and then
sink my teeth into
the frozen blueberry atmosphere
it could travel through every part of me
making me feel safe, clean, comfortable
not quite warm and not at all cold
how the trees must feel now
afterward i'd want to slowly descend like their leaves
cradled by amber air
until eventually landing softly
into an inky night
ugh, i have no idea. i'm trying too hard to make up for this lull in creativity.
