A recent piece of embroidery / heading and detail
northern lights
it was 1:15 am
on a cold summer night
the stars were waving hello to the streetlight people
as she ran her fingers through her sand coloured hair
the world in her hazel eyes
everything was at peace
the waves of green moved through the sky like tiny dancers
the smell of lilacs filled her nose
as she sat in a beautiful silence
everything was at peace
she couldn’t break her stare,
for she was afraid she would miss a decade within the millisecond of her blink
she searched the ocean of stars for the constellations she remembered from her fifth grade science class.
outer space never felt so close
everything was at peace
the voices yelling in her mind stopped, as if to listen to the low hum of the quiet
she felt warm inside
like the world had put on this show just for her;
what a wonderful thought, that the world could be so generous to give her such a beautiful night
( here is the happy poem i promised, @7-12am )
I know you and I are not about poems or other sentimental bullsh*t but I have to tell you even the way you drink your coffee knocks me the f*ck out.
Long Car Rides
- Other people: uh so boring
- Me, a maladaptive daydreamer: oh this is a blessing let me just listen to music and stare at my window while my mind slips away into my alternate reality
1uvs