at 8:26 p.m.
the living room is
drenched in
lilac light
and if you hold your breath long enough
without crying
you too can
turn a shade lighter
than lavender
it's too late to
be lime light
but sometimes
when the skies are purple
I imagine they are mountains
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it looks like art, sound like art, must be ... art?
Dream a little dream of me - Louis Armstrong
Candles- daughter
xx miss you guys, am I slow or what? how is the light where you are
the sun comes up, up, up early in the morning when i am still asleep. so by the time i awake, he is golden in the leaves and singing sweet songs about summers past. it is good. sunsets have been a little quiet around here. i think i've missed quite a few of them. xx
ReplyDeletequite happy to hear from you, arielle. my little heart is warmed. i've missed you.
Cally I miss you too, thanks so much, the light is nice here although it's been a bit stormy but today somehow I have a pretty blue sky and somewhere around the corner might hide the sun <3<3<3
Deletethe light here feels a lot like hope. which is a taste i haven't tasted in a long, long time. it's cool. and it's strong.
ReplyDeletelove you, sweet friend. i've needed your words.
xx
adddy addy, how refreshing love you too!! my words are coming soon to a place near you
DeleteOh this is just too beautiful <3 you have a real talent.
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