lines which outline silence
and then those jagged lines
which outline noise
I found freedom in each sketch
the valleys in that summertime freeze produced stagnant pools of withered peace;
the impression of which left deep shadows on my mom's face
men walking dogs stepped into sinister stories
which only nightingales can express as deeply as our fear should run
bluebells and sunflowers
signified a beautiful ordinary
...
I love you
you are holy
you are shadowed
you are broken
you are a river
you are joy,
solitude
and only human
divinely ordinary
you're envy
you're a rock star,
empty, dysfunctional
so full of birth
and lightness.
and then those jagged lines
which outline noise
I found freedom in each sketch
the valleys in that summertime freeze produced stagnant pools of withered peace;
the impression of which left deep shadows on my mom's face
men walking dogs stepped into sinister stories
which only nightingales can express as deeply as our fear should run
bluebells and sunflowers
signified a beautiful ordinary
...
I love you
you are holy
you are shadowed
you are broken
you are a river
you are joy,
solitude
and only human
divinely ordinary
you're envy
you're a rock star,
empty, dysfunctional
so full of birth
and lightness.
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