I want to blanket myself but I struggle breathing I just wanted to hide the transparency of sadness from my blood I once opened the curtains, hoping sunshine would give me warmth Then they asked why is there a stream from my eyes I said I want to finally be honest to you Then they said it's not the right thing to do I said this is what I feel from behind Then they asked why do I let the heart consume the mind I said to myself this is enough It shouldn't have been done There's no difference anyway Then it struck me like a lightning I'm floating on the flood from the heavy rains And it shouldn't have been done I shouldn't have wished for warmth When all I got is a storm I want to blanket myself but I struggle breathing
the blanket hugs Earth's chest, and steps move holding a bouquet of sunflowers while gazing like a thief, whose big eyes are rolling on the ground, “don’t you see how steps flow with Parisian prudence, I am brave and happy on top of Your Eiffel.” When? the eyes become wizards of clouds, and “I”- Rest in wonder. How Long?
whenever their words are sandpaper that aggressively rubs her heart and forms stinging cuts, her hands always reach for her soft, fluffy, warm blanket. as it envelops her in its warmth, her heart heals the cuts and becomes soft again.
My feet feel the cool touch of the grass as I tip toe across the lawn. These long summer nights hold such a blissful innocence about them. Even in growing up, working at a desk job, and paying all the bills, I still feel like a kid when I am surrounded by fireflies in the cool, refreshing twilight air of a Wednesday night in June.
On my checkered blanket, the wind rustles the grass around me and each blade begins to dance to a song you can hear if you are quiet enough...
Distant wind chimes ringing, the breeze rustling the branches, the cicadas chip both near and far, a frog family croaks from the creek near by. There are few moments in this world where peace can wash over someone. In this moment, on the ground, in my PJs, I, a 20 something tired warrior, shine my flashlight toward the sky above in awe so that I may add my light to the infinate chorus above.
The serene nights of summer take me back to a time much simpler. A time when our only worries were 'can we get all of our adventures done in the time before we have to go to sleep?'. A time I go back to every June, just to feel that closeness, that humanity that I so crave. We are more than this zombie-like figure that takes over our bodies each day. We are creative and imaginative. We are fun loving and kind. We are children at heart and we need to stop depriving that child of the happier things in life.
You feel your blanket hugging you so comfy Blanket feel your tardiness and pain You feel your pillow like resting in the cloud Pillow feel your tears and restless playful mind and heavy heart. Pillow x Blanket Knows your secrets Knows your anger Knows your weakness Knows your fears Knows your pain Knows your dream Knows your happiness.
a shimmer of lights stillness of the night patterns made by the stars gazing up at what could be ours the cold air kisses your face, wrapped in blankets like a warm embrace the sound of leaves caressing the trees — a lullaby, slow dancing in the breeze moonlight peeking through the shadows a whiff of nature in the atmos