I wish I could blow the white clouds towards you
I wish you could see what I see, smell what I smell, feel what I feel
The breeze
The scent of lilac and jasmine
I wish you could see the soaring eagle, high when it passed by
Or smile at the friendly play between bird-mates and bickering white butterflies
Wish you could trace the path of an airplane with your finger
Close your eyes at the sound of the hustling wind and the sight of falling leaves
I wish I could bring the heavens to you at your doorstep
I wish we could immerse in this beauty, side by side
And never go elsewhere
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Getting lost
L’anamour
Friday night bad boy
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 out a bottle of coca cola in my heart. And your attitude, my god your attitude; it stings me like needles. I need your chaos, I need your crazy. It makes me alive. It’s a risk, it’s an obsession. It’s love.
I never know what you’re up to next, but I like the surprise baby. Surprise me, turn me into a kitty and be a bait. Be tangible, be ever so existent, be real, be alive,
Sting me,
Spin me, berate me, love me,
And never give up on me. I could run for miles on end and never encounter another you. I could live for a thousand years and never be quenched. You see through me like a psychic. We don’t belong in this world so let’s just play in an empty store aisle of a meaningless dull town. I’ve got your spirit, you’ve got me in the palm of your hands. We’ve got everything right now so let’s just be alive. Let’s soar, while the world weighs down.
David Bowie – China Girl
Satisfaction
You and me, side by side, on the back of a rattling bus
Looking at each other smilingly; while hair strands fly across my face from the harsh winds that barge through the window
Along this crazy, winding, bumpy ride.
There’s so much joy bursting inside me, acknowledging that I get to touch your warm body with mine
There’s so much satisfaction that’s easing me down, knowing that your eyes are only a short distance away from mine.
There’s no doubt that we could gaze at each other forever
And I fear that I may stop breathing, if we were to look away.
Happy artists
Stumbling across unknown happy artists who are having fun, and spreading the joy to anyone and everyone willing to listen
