Sweet and heady
I lost myself on a cool damp nightGave myself in that misty lightWas hypnotized by a strange delight
It was a distant summer night, I played that song you liked so much again, you smiled with dreamy eyes through the crystal of your glass. Nina’s voice slowly lulled us into a soft trance, wrapping us in that strange, sweet silence that remains after the storm. “I made wine from the lilac tree……
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Show me where it hurts
The child is grownThe dream is goneI have become comfortably numb
Just a few more swipes, I say to myself, as the hours escape through my headphones and around my insomniac doomscrolling silence. Oh look, death, destruction, and then soft kitties cuddling and purring, another delicious recipe that I will never cook, one more historical factoid about the Tower of London, more death and despair, a…
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It's a 3 minute walk to my favorite spot on the mountain
And theirs a wooden slab I sit on and stare off into the big rocks and wonder if aliens are real
Sometimes I feel like a weirdo sitting up there all alone with just a backpack sore ears from the constant use of my earbuds
and my occasional xl big gulp drink from circle K
Because from my view I see pairs of people doing the things I do alone
And I've been by myself for so long I forgot that people take time out if their own day to experience a view with one an other
I wish hopefully one day I can find a friend who seeks memories with me and vice-versa
Because the orange sunsets
Or the pink clouds after a storm
Stop feeling like a meditave moment and more like a chore I do for myself
The aliens can back me up on this
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