Thursday, September 9

needlework and seedlings




Talk of yesterday, and I will tell you of temperamental skylines in sequence with my heart. I will tell you of loneliness, longing, and imminent departures. Talk of yesterday, and I will sing to you songs of solitude, and empty rooms expanding towards the infinite. Talk of yesterday, and I will tell you of silence, and internal conversations. I will speak to you of blindness, and dim skies. I will tell of you no moon, no stars, just space.

Speak of today, and I will tell you of burning magic and precocious eyes. I will tell you of statuesque skylines, and celestial conversations. Speak of today, and I will tell you of patterns, and languages that make sense. Speak of today, and I will tell you of wings, and sentences that spout like waterfalls. I will speak to you of vivid dreams, and vivid lines. Speak of today, and I will tell you of gates to gardens, flowers in bloom, voices in ballad, and poems on a page. I will tell you of moonlit windows, luminescent constellations, and the sound of hearts beating. Speak of today, and I will tell you. I am real. I am full. I am well.


















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