Let’s jump on the earliest plane
Which takes us everywhere until we’re no longer in pain
And we’ll never look back in hopeless shame
The pink sky never looked less insane
And we’ll get lost in the fuzzy lights and pastel thoughts
Of purple mountains and yellow streams
So let’s fly towards the blue sun today
And let’s dance on the orange moon tonight
We’ll visit the tall buildings, you and I
And lay on the wet grass
Looking away from each other, you and I
We’ll laugh until it rains
So let’s jump on the earliest plane
And disappear together in the silver terrains
We have everything to gain
Yes we have everything to gain
I was haunted by the hollow of my hand
What is in it. Why
I was disfigured by the death in my eyes
Who died. Why
I was shattered by the quivering of my soul
How did it happen. Why
I was looking at the curve of my lips
Which way did they go. Why
I sat with myself once
I danced with myself once
I dreamed within myself once
Who was I supposed to be. Why
January 19, 2019
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It is moments like these when dreams are created and are given birth to.
Moments of solitude. Moments of silence.
When you stare at the blue of the sky.
And you look into the depth of the sea.
Moments when the two blues meet–where the sky meets the sea.
Yes, dreams are made there and then.
It is moments like now when dreams die and are killed.
Moments of sorrow.
Moments of pain.
When the sky is black and the sea..
The sea is glittering darkness.
Where and when…the two blacks meet.
Yes, when tears run down your face.
There…there dreams fade away in your eyes.