the factors of our fancy

and.. for just a moment i caught a glimpse of something so beautifully blissful it actually healed me

is it balanced is it broken is it filling us up or drowning us deeper

what happens when we realize its happened before its happening now will we allow it to happen again

stimulate the simulation with inspiration and extra motivation enhancing communication upgrading our information

the tenderness in the thunder the recklessness in the rain

the way the mystery speaks in monumental moments

hold my hand as we walk through the mountains kiss me softly as we sit by the sea

You and me we glow in the dark.

protectors of liminal spaces

good guy bad guy i don't really know for sure all i know is when you arrive purple fills my skies and sometimes that helps me stay alive

into the night by way of moonlight floating on golden streams and seas of green summoned by blue dreams carried home upon violets breeze

the sky speaks in tales of authentic truths and mesmerizing myths declaring revelations and getting lost in a time when an ancient love covered the realms in sweetness

thundershowers

and who told you demons weren't beautiful who told you the devil wasn't decorated in jewels

… summoned …

still writing all these things to you just felt like too much of a god damn lie to keep repeating in my head as an excuse to tolerate this abusive bullshit you brought me to and then decided to idontevengiveafuk i don’t even wanna think about you for one more second

magnetized threads weaving galactic tapestry

the moon presiding over gardens of sin and lace beauty and disgrace mist and dreams kissed by crimson and yellow haze

meow

when words flow so easily because i’m finally safe enough to relax

beautiful twists of the pen colored in shades of love and passion even when the ink is dripping with night and rain is pouring from the skies

can't you see i said it all right there in rainbows and lights

kiss me under midnight rainbows and circumstellar halos

the healing ecstasy in our embrace after the searing pain of falling

collector of illuminations dna puzzle pieces

pretty lines of poetry full of hope and possibilities