When the world shifts just from your eyesight
your hazy, disoriented, half drunk eyesight.
When the dessert you make, plumes wonders
and the shower you have, takes days.
When you drive through the great mountains of Canada,
quite literally a tunnel through,
When you
When all these occurances are alive,
it is living.
and you can be best at it, because you are.
How easy it is to talk about what is needed in a relationship.
How easy it is to think about all the ways you will be in one. How great and connective and communicative you will be.
You know how good you would be.
Understanding, slow to respond, listen attentively. So many qualities you have for a relationship!
And then you get in one.
And you are not at all what you want to be.
You recognize the selfish parts of you. You’re far too distant and lacking.
How is this so?
How difficult it is to be consistent with a behaviour that is not yet a habit.
How difficult to make it natural, to push yourself to be comfortable with discomfort.
How uneasy to have those conversations that are needed.
How easy to think, how difficult to act.
Every moment is based on who we are because who we are is based on the moments we have hads, are having and will have.
Are there dreams in your magic
lullabys in your ears?
Is there warmth in your mug
and your beauty in mirrors?
Do you have glitter in your pockets
a smile on your soul
Have colour in your step
and a heart that is full?
we all gloom in and out of whispers on the wind.
and we take steps that get us places.
and i lay on a hard bed that steps me to wondermind.
in all the right places, and in the wrong its cramped up into style.
i’m on the map of surviving.
i slept still last night, after i moved out of my balled position,
don’t know why i made myself so small
but i found my space on the surface and spread out real sound
half way through the night.
and the mountains still stumble their static shapes
well flow
and flow.
I’m so far out, I’m in.
Mouth dry,
like cotton in the sand.
Cheeks bursting red
like cranberry stains on white carpet.
The heart ticking to it’s own high speed clock,
ahead of all the time it knows.
Tingles of all the way to be,
you embrace my presence so seductively.
And I wonder if I should let myself feel it fully..
then I would be surrendering entirely.
Being vulnerable is a wizard of a feel.
Yet it is exactly what will bring me closer to the real.
I sat in the drapes
draped over my shoulders and covering my hair,
I sunk myself in again.
I just want to love someone
that believes in it.
What if that was just myself?
A rising like the sunshine
in your eyes today
there comes the undeniable warmth,
in your always delicate way.
Climbing like the willows breath,
your hands following the seed.
To run through grassy hillside,
joy forever on that breeze.
Well I would if I bloomed pretty magic,
How many trees does it take to make a forest?
Why do we draw sunglasses on the sun?
Don’t disrespect your unconscious mind because it’s already been decided.
Also,we know the sense is already there, we don’t have to make it. We just have to pick it up and use it. It’s pretty common that way.
And also times two; being airborne doesn’t mean you were born on a plane.
I’m in foreign territory even though I am not considered a foreigner. It is more easy to be in the wrong when you’re the only one white.
At least that’s what I bloomed a magic on.
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