Rain at 6 am and alarms blast, where are we to go?
Young and married, life is at a standstill.
A glimpse of the rain reflects on his eyes, gotta get ready, gotta drive, gotta go.
At this point, you’re mine forever, but forever’s for the old, though.
There’s no up or down nor left nor right, just right here where love is, no where else would we think to go.
“In Epirus the dead are always with the living: they see them, they long for them, they care for them.”
On my birthday, I find special meaning and feel a connection to this.
Thanks Evan -_- lol ♡ #birthday
Brown mold of earthen dirt holds my green plant,
Leaves distinct in neither shade nor length,
Clay absorbs mist, absorbs me, absorbs it.
In this drabby room with whites and blacks, you become dazzle, you become life.
Water droplets sprinkle and move as fast as the direction of the sunlight on my lemon-green,
Moist on my fingertips, and light to the touch, you’ve become gold to the room of black and of white.
Jump once below the skies, the clouds push these waves with blows,
Unseen like that which carries light from the halo’d lioness, the shrouded Sun,
crashing I go against the jungle of Ocean’s flow,
Sand molds as life ebbs from here to reality, once more I leap to the sounds of impeding waves,
Here I’m neither moral nor wrong, I’m just flesh and nerves basking under midday Sun.