every breathe a praise
every sight an insight every utterance, life and every act, faith of those who gather not nor reap but live as in every beast who dwells on this earth
the ice cold waters fill my chest as delicate strings strum in my head "careful, you'll crack your head open" careless, my thoughts come pouring out jump in unwind and relax droplets ebb and flow with a mind of its own reach out extend a helping hand these shallow waters soak my shoes laugh unstrained and wet with tears living in a daydream has never felt this real.
movement makes it hurt less
take some deep breaths you'll get through this it's not the first wave you've hit
Word from the core Banks of hope Butterflies, smiles Want for more Hold the world together Care, a gentle stroke Reminders, heights Gold, truth Love, elude A life Deep under the sea Resist gravity.
Skipped a beat
Three in row
how can i constantly forget something as innate, as natural as breathing — how do i stop holding it intimately and finally see self-transgression?
All I craved was peace for once,
A sky full of stars, A gentle breeze that strokes And a deep conversation with you. I have this sort of fire in my heart It burns to the thought about how I wasn't sure what is it you wanted, I thought maybe a spark. Maybe just a drink though or Maybe a night out. Middle of the night you rest your head on My shoulder and all I can feel is you living. Your fragile breath against my neck, Your scent penetrating my attention, You look and we whisper. You are confused and it is confusing me. I breathe then I wonder about what will happen If the sky fell on us tonight. I look into your eyes and what I can see Is stars that are nearer than you are. But imagine this baby, Beyond breathing, Breath stuck in your mouth for so long, Before you know it your jaw starts to ache. Just breathe, Ju...
air bubbles float with ocean foam
each time my breath escapes my lungs deflate my vision shakes body sinking suffocating i try to survive off of air bubbles because it's all i have left
your heart will not fail in space
it will be an object of its own mass and gravity no longer will there be a throttle in its vessels and asynchronicity in its rhythms— the beats, oh, the beats your heart, when it is in space, will only wait for an entity to be jettisoned from a shuttle my oxygen is running low i love you to your heart and never back
Close your eyes
inhale the space embrace the moment in the dark we fade
empty sky Onion eyes music's embrace it's okay (Dans le noir by Charmine D'Avis)