breathen child
believing the flight to my heart exists without, waiting patiently, we recall
blue destined, an obligation, in the light the surface casts, narratives that echo relation
here in heavens length, i recall instead your absence. an expanse of delay an overcast thunderhead
indifference; you are now the horizon.
this shadowing reminds me of our last descent.
you’ll remember what you want.
the shades of breathe gripe in their rivalry - where the heart pretends to find refuge
an escape through hideaways, poised for dusky days when the reflection is memorized in grey
i lead myself in before i cloud his name.
these uncoordinated chords of
irrationality could never seperate the current from this becoming. an existence to anticipate
an extraction of origin or iron - those times i am curious
years that have evolved into my missing reason.
what pursues me is the infinite depth of our shelter.
home obscured into nature - a spirit of backbone - an element one can still recollect
an essence of sensation sight taste smell of sense carrying on
taking me into a point in time where memories have been buried under their own
beginning this widening isn't the creation of us but a branching of the tree
here we find ourselves and doubt our own -
bewilderment at the wonder
our aim in ambition unknown
an objective enlivening of intention
identity will always chase the sea
HS
believing the flight to my heart exists without, waiting patiently, we recall
blue destined, an obligation, in the light the surface casts, narratives that echo relation
here in heavens length, i recall instead your absence. an expanse of delay an overcast thunderhead
indifference; you are now the horizon.
this shadowing reminds me of our last descent.
you’ll remember what you want.
the shades of breathe gripe in their rivalry - where the heart pretends to find refuge
an escape through hideaways, poised for dusky days when the reflection is memorized in grey
i lead myself in before i cloud his name.
these uncoordinated chords of
irrationality could never seperate the current from this becoming. an existence to anticipate
an extraction of origin or iron - those times i am curious
years that have evolved into my missing reason.
what pursues me is the infinite depth of our shelter.
home obscured into nature - a spirit of backbone - an element one can still recollect
an essence of sensation sight taste smell of sense carrying on
taking me into a point in time where memories have been buried under their own
beginning this widening isn't the creation of us but a branching of the tree
here we find ourselves and doubt our own -
bewilderment at the wonder
our aim in ambition unknown
an objective enlivening of intention
identity will always chase the sea
HS