𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗏𝖾,𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒

𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌

𝗌𝖼𝖺𝗋𝗅𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗂𝖾𝗋𝗋𝖺,𝗌𝖾𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝖽;

𝗌𝗒𝗅𝗉𝗁𝗂𝖽 𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗌

𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗓𝖾𝗇 𝖼𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗌

𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝖾-𝖽𝖺𝗐𝗇 𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗌𝗉𝗁𝗈𝗋𝖾𝗌𝖼𝖾𝗇𝗌𝖾

'𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗍𝗁 𝖼𝖾𝗋𝗎𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝖾𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋;

𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗑𝗍 𝖺𝗅𝗉𝗂𝗇𝖾 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝗁𝗈𝗎𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗌

𝗌𝗂𝗋𝖾𝗇𝗂𝖼 𝖺𝗎𝖻𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝖽;

𝗐𝖺𝗋𝖻𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗎𝖽𝖾

𝗈'𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖾𝗈𝗇𝗂𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽𝗌

𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝗈𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋 𝗋𝖾𝖼𝖾𝖽𝖾𝖽

𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗏𝖾,𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒.

^^

I looked off in the distance, a horizon of mountains strung together, the whole range atop an alpine lake.

I looked out only to be fixated on your tanned skin wadding off in the water, the same skin that I’d watched darken in the summers sun, the same skin I became so familiar with under the covers of blankets and snow. Layered but much paler than your tone now, it always was winter months that inspired warmer thoughts.

But there you are, you’re no longer the warm thoughts I pined to grasp.
You’re here in view and more than I could’ve ever imagined, watching you unlace your boots and rip your socks off in rolled clumps as you marched through the overly saturated banks still recovering from the past, the thawing warmth of spring at the end of a snow season, just like you.
Taking high steps, you feel the mud tugging at your heels, attempts to hang on, to cling instead of breaking clean free only to be washed away with another plummeting progressive step. Each part of you beginning to drown a little more in the experience.

These halfway feelings...      hang in the balance -
sad to have left you,      happy to have met.

I laid there, battered and bruise atop of that cold white blanket, my eyes looking up and the Back of my head pressed firmly down the snow. I took a moment and just paused, mesmerised by the beautiful dark and velvety sky, pelted with starlight. I still remember how “Zen” like that moment felt. It was a time in my life, that I just let go of everything. I felt no care, no anguish or no concern. Moments like those makes one appreciate the little things in life that we all tend to overlook.

I want to bottle this air just for you
I wish I could wrap it up and bring it back!
If I could hold my breath long enough this would be easier.
So I think you should just come with me next time
So I can kiss you

I wish you could feel this breeze
I wish you could come above the clouds!
If I had a fan just gentle enough then maybe I could show you.
Until then I think you should just come with me
So I can brush my fingers through your hair.

I wish you could see these flowers
I wish you could see these colours!
If I could show you the shades of your eyes maybe then you'd see
So next time I think you should just follow me
And we can smell the same flowers together

I wish you could feel these hands,
I wish you could feel these lips!
If I could place a kiss on your cheek and my hands on your hips
Maybe I wouldn't have to ask you to follow me
And we could smell the same flowers together
And roll around in the same grass
Forever.