have you ever considered the implications of such reckless, subversive thoughts as those which take hold in the mind at various levels of sleep conciousness?
all i'm saying is, do you know what it takes to obtain the rubber you walk on on the bottom of your shoes every day?
when was the last time you spoke with an evergreen?
each thread in each sock in your drawer has a secret to tell
do you listen?
even mountains have a skeleton
all things have some kind of framework
punctuation is really a beautiful metaphor for existence.
i mean, colors don't think about it, they just exist
you know?
they reflect light and shine just the way that
harmony and melody
intertwined upon her fingertip
our faces covered in petals
our mouthes filled up with rain
your eyes speak in the language of water
bluer than the blood inside my veins
I want to discover new realities with you
and I want to lie in the weeds next to you
and I want to see you, right now
and tell you about all the winds
and tidal shifts
that pass through me
Smashed glass
flying through the air like confetti on the wind
sparkling, glistening a thousand colors in the sunlight
and in a second it's littering the floor, fallen from grace
beautiful for one moment and the next, worthless.
tentative fingers outstretched toward the bright blue sky --
our feet leave the ground
I want to be a sound against the silence
I want to be a light inside the dark
I want to dry your eyes when they've been raining
I don't want to die
with a picket fence around my heart.
what's going through that head of yours
when you look at me
and you betray me
with that smile
it stirs the embers in me
that I've been working so hard to smother
for a moment I let them burn incandescent
and then, thinking better of myself, I snuff them out
I wonder if you realize any of this
do you do it on purpose?