20th birthday I've forgotten when to breathe and my mother is my only friend the last one yet to leave. I am feverish skin to the first of March's chill breeze tripping over, again and again afraid to pull my hands from my sleeve. 20 years old now a full on woman in sheep's clothing but I don't know how to live life without loathing love, and bills, and here and now's. Myself, pulling on a window that's already closing.
Energy radiates and traces my body with celestial tones I am more alive than I’ve ever been when surrendering to awe and wonder the same way my younger self fearlessly did
something about that glimmer hasn’t left yet, may never leave memories still have flavors to me mornings with a lake of flakes in my bowl or years and years later when a fried hangover cure restores me each month and its esculent flashbacks are a part of me a cell in the skin a beaten feather in the wing
something about the glimmer hasn’t left yet the Earth is still new and discoveries never expire: new scenery new explorations new chronicles in the cinema new kindred spirits new waves of audio new therapeutic solitudes all balancing out the new captivities new mistakes new mediocrity new unhealthy solitudes and more
until the body is a home base of homeostasis commensalism at its finest
but something about the glimmer hasn’t left yet, may never leave I outgrew shadows who doubted their expiration dates I don’t rubricate the sky in a rage anymore don’t let the heartbreak pause a pulse anymore don’t let misanthropy obscure who I see anymore don’t let uncertainty’s web catch me in a paralysis anymore
or at least I try
something tells me I’ll never “age out” of my hunger to live fully I know deep down you're similar your craving will not fade into cinders
It's Pouring Ova here, Its falling.. Just look at the rain you've allowed.. It's raining , it fills my room... This rain inspires though its pouring lightly.. It increases gently.. You said you can feel it too. The rain is growing flowers, in my room.. The grass grows with energy.. Pouring within me respectively.. Raining... I can still hear you saying.. its raining for you too. Overwhelmingly.... abundantly.. fun while... dancing meaningfully. Rain.. Raining excites destiny.. Pouring fully.. Spilling from my room... Sunlight above the cloud as its pouring.. Blissfully.. So luxuriously. keep raining..Over me..
pack your bags and perch yourself on the highest of stakes overlooking the city and her scape looking down you may find that someone has taken up their charcoal pencil only to draw cruel frowns on the faces of those who claimed to love you but never mind the unpredictable pathos of the mind half a million miles away the sun will threaten to blind until the day that it dies and who it catches in the snares of its rays are left up to the fingers of fate happy accidents, lucky misfortunes they’re all just rocks on the path that led you to today