Perpetually bound to be
I don’t wanna look at you and smile I don’t wanna look at you and, anything
It’s a dry, dull, desolate world where we live. We’re made of thick glass, fragile enough to be broken, and oh so heavy; bound by gravity and layers of weight covering our bodies. You’re like music to me. You’re so vibrant, tangible, and full of bright pastel colors. Your smile pops open and fizzles outContinue reading “Friday night bad boy”
I want to have my birthday in springtime again, When pink flowers blossom on trees and the world is misty and green with faraway callings of tropical, colorful birds. I want to jump on a freshly made bed again and play air guitar crazily like an innocent wild child.
I find you in the shadows, following me around as if it’s your mission to capture my heart. Shadow souls, thumping beats, colors transmitting through our nerves as if it’s a signal from a universe far off, coming towards me, swirling around me from these shadows, filling my senses with whispers of you, sights ofContinue reading “I find you in the shadows”