Ever feel that whir of objects around you that you can't describe ( Read more... )

Summer rolls in like a tide made of moss ( Read more... )

I don't think my desperation for flight and the constant attempt at a life of individual prosperity could ever be more vivid than when I'm surrounded by family. After a breakdown aided in devastation took hold of me through the morning, I radiated this poisonous glow of another place buried within my skin. Everyone talked to me like it was my day ( Read more... )

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I remember playing kickball with my cousins in this empty, hazy field. None of particularly liked the sport but we'd get up real early to watch the dirt create this cloud of smog that would rise in front of everyone, making the trees, brush, and faces turn into translucent ghosts. I think it was a tradition that we would play this game the last ( Read more... )

Forget what they say. The wind blows and it carries a thousand stars. Stars burst into this erythrol light in front of me- showing me words, creating an eternal buzz ( Read more... )

I've got nocturnal instincts in me. I feed on the sky when it's covered in late smog and shoots out little diamonds of light. Something about the air just shakes right through me like the first drink in months of desert thirst. Crisp and piercing, I feel it poke my skin and string through my veins ( Read more... )

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Yesterday, a woman looked into my eyes like they carried the world ( Read more... )

Sometimes I forget what night looks like. Her sapphire skin sweating handfuls of stars, clouds painted shady like smoke over the moon's pouring light. I forget what it's like to walk through the air as it stings me, the glow of dark as it soothes me, the shadows of love as they tempt me. Some days I want to stay awake to see history. I want to see ( Read more... )