creepestbloom
Fishing in the grass. Wondering what you're thinking of to moonlight serenade. Just whistling in the grass and watching the stars kiss. The moon blushes at my dreams and looks the other way, but I catch it eyeing me all night.
Sit solid like a frameless beach and sift the still glass grain, the lawn of some long passed nobody.
In life we move as little deaths and solemnly whisper prayers that in death me we recover life
a wan gang of appendages grasps
devotedly as preying wasps
to a heightened drive
for love
Glistening witness, what's going on in that pretty little brain of yours? I haven't slept in 3 days and I'm waiting for a Strawberry favorite.
nonsense me until I'm gem your chasm with my litter litter.
I'll shamble your brambles
Dryly, thou must compensate,
for the waste of time so sure'd create,
thinking thinly, was never so smart,
Approvingly smile, so far apart
Tripping over a snake that day, I realized that I must have looked pretty suicidal. Then I remembered that earlier that day, I choked a swan. I can't recall much else, but wait, I am starting to recall the pinecone I sucked on.
I don't have enough time to find a routine
I'm hoping to uncover some though, the way I hope that others will discover me.
It's not easy being withdrawn. At some point I'm just hoping I'm found at all, even if there's nothing but a vague void refuse.
dates are waiting! We first have to get settled in to our selves first. Unlike the lucky ones, we knew nothing about us. So we had to pretend to get interested in finding out about us. If I wrote a bunch of things about me and stuffed it inside an acorn, you'd read it right? I mean, I'm hoping you'd do the same for me.
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