| flutter; flower; heat; repeat. |


children.you scream louder than the crickets chirping,children.
in your empty canary yellow bird house,
while you dive head first into your dreamless pseudo-slumber, alone.


this is you.you hide behind you're unspoken words, hoping no one will hear how you say them. you live under your secrets and lies, where no one can know how you really see things. you cry in empty homes, where only the walls can hear you. the old rafters holding up your heart are crumbling. the thin shield around your mind is decaying. the cloudy cover surrounding the things most dear is clearing up. this is you.this is you.


green beans and dusty cabinetsyou reach into your almost-empty dusty cabinets for food; canned peaches, sliced potatoes, and packets of taco flavoring. and in the back you notice, to your dismaying joy, green beans. a single can. you smile, take the can out, and think, "do you microwave green beans?"green beans and dusty cabinets
you're not sure; you haven't seen them cooked in a while.
walking towards the can opener you trip over your dog, who has a human tornado attached to it cooing, "oh, you're so pretty! prettyprettypretty!" you cringe. you're not a fan of tornados. you enter the pantry, in it lay the microwave where you'll cook your green beans in the


all hail the hail.you're blazing wedding dresses within hollow churches.all hail the hail.
you're poetic justices and blind mercy.
you're fire red with a bit of ice blue.
you're a heat wave within a shimmer of ice hail.
i hope you don't leave me behind with your contradictory splendor.
be you, with me, spontaneously -always.
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we will fold and freeze together far away from here.--
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Not once have I witnessed something so beautiful, so dangerous, so graceful. And I keep hoping that I do.
♥
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+tumblr;
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My brains still on holidays it got sunburned and wants an extra week off the lazy bastard...
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