A picture hanging on the wall, a desk and two black curtains falling down to the floor; The full moon hides behind rainbow clouds, stories of that yesterdays' sun written metal sounds and two drops of heavy dew.
... Sighs ...
I was circling your thoughts, they were mine to wonder about and make them shine all the way through the spirals of our times.
... wishful sighs ...
A picture hanging on the wall, a flower on the desk, two black curtains falling down and up the full moon staring... An almost hidden by rainbow clouds love for that yesterdays' sun...
The two drops of heavy dew are reflecting into the floor.
“Aren’t we just like curtains?” I say “How?” you ask
Well, curtains We never really appreciate them Until they’re gone Not until we feel the bustling heat Penetrate our skins during summer Or when we can no longer hide ourselves From the light and the world around us When we’re already too tired to deal With anyone, really Because we took off Those **** curtains
We speak of lines that spell diamonds Majestic cars and palaces But we fail to realize how this ordinary object Can make a whole difference whenever We wake up in morning Sitting in bed, tiredly remembering what We were going to do today A small choice, packed with a lot of meaning Whether we want to stay inside Or go out and meet the world
Serving as a doorway To the possibilities each day brings These curtains show us the days worth living (and hiding from, if that's what you want) And if you don’t find that ordinariness beautiful If you don't find those moments where we stand up and try to survive the long day ahead of us Often just waiting to see those familiar curtains again amazing Nor can you see how curtain-like we all actually are Then try having no curtains for a day And see what I mean
3 AM thoughts I have while looking at my curtains.
Beginning of the day Morning Light is leaking in from between my white gauzy curtains Dancing shadows of leaves show a performance on my skin My golden hair gently moves as I lift up my head Blood rushes The familiar scenery of my room leads to content I stretch, Arching my back and pointing my toes One of my socks fell off as I slept Last night floods my mind