Gridlocked richable;plateau paired with pineapple. Flavour sprung to the strung out planets. All popped up along the circle horizon. I’ll taste the confetti from the sun, piece together the cheese that falls from the moon. I’ll even drink the wine from a glass.
Grey problematic areas can mean the darkness of it all. Rainbow rams your orange cream smile into tea cups that sparkle salt into raw eyesight. Crayon water, it’s how jellyfish paint at the bottom of the Artic waters.
Make it your own by creating that safe space; to be able to express and divulge. Encounter a mixture of all of what is available to you and your person. When the desire to understand is so much of your foundation, the warmth evaporates faster, the dark and the cold.
Songs, hawks, sunshine. It’s bringing me whacky, on a platter of fine china, the gold a little tacky. Sticky to my fingers, as I crack them over raw eggs, sizzling in their bubbling form, threatening to lift off pan and be magic carpet of yolk and white.
The way you like it like this, but can’t say the words. The way it’ll throw you off course You Tell me that at Least. while your back against the plaid that you gave me How many years ago now? Time trickles through the system and we absorb and believe that One Day, we will tell it truly, How we Like it. And the Course, will forever be Changed.