gentle arithmetic of birds conjuring the dawn
the song sounded so alive so how could the singer be gone? she promised in that moment to live her life with so much love that it would go beyond the final step, no longer needing her body to give mechanism to breath.
❁❧☙•·❁·
we would ride the joke til it crashed,
sea foam waking to mist
when the moon is redbelief is cloud,
is water that exerts no pressure,
has no impact on the senses besides a change in atmosphere —
atmosphere
suspended
crystalline structure invisible and colossal, i wonder about clouds how they sit in the
background
❀440❀
Are you lost ?
