Take a blink, but leave it close. Calm your soul just for a tad bit. Naturally but slowly, take your largest and deepest containment of air(it’s alright if your mouth creeps open to refrain from coughing) and pause for about four heartbeats and let go.. As if you took all your ache from your physical and emotional commotions and meaningfully, you free it back into the atmosphere. nothing new, but it’s something grand if you’re at your most calmest mindset. magnificent emotion. body melts and.. well it’s such a simple pleasure that it’s grand.
I let it fall, my heart
And as it fell, you rose to claim it
I lay with the melody while my body cuddles with the sentences as I twirl the words with my fingers. Passionately and kindly, I fancy for a love that will teach me ways that I haven’t discovered. I never waited for it, but I’m ready for the gorgeous amour.
I set fire to the rain.
It’s the simplicity of nature I adored. The wrinkles on an aged person’s skin. The angel-soft skin from a fresh born baby. The captivity of beauty from whether it’s vintage polaroid or even a camera that’s more mature than me. Car windows are down just enough for the wind to come in for a visit and tease the right amount of skin, and while the Mr. Sunshine dances so light making me feel like a slight angel. When you’re casually communicating with a love and your mind sparks into a higher interest because a word sounds better and bolder that day. Just that day. My love for you has been transformed into a loving friendship. Take it. Let it be that way. Let me make it easier to let me be free.
If it’s a broken part, replace it
But, if it’s a broken arm then brace it
If it’s a broken heart then face it
I don’t have much time here. Heart ache. Change. Difference. Mind. Consistency. No Delays. Before, I would be deeply interested, but lately not so much. Possibly because the standards have increased to a level not just anyone can reach. Naive, you can shave off a bit, because I deserve it. Intellect, take off a blind fold because I want to see the larger picture I paint.
soft. sunny. sweet.
When you stir a liquid with a utensil, the hollow eye starts to form as you increase the whip in a circular motion. When you stop, the swirls bump into the still spoon for a couple more times until they completely fade, but the mixtures will always stay in its cage unless otherwise. Slightly similar to a careless cyclone on how she swirls and dances to where ever she pleases, but inside the natural monster, she has a calm hole.
A sweet, innocent baby girl uses her unfamiliar muscles for the very first time to make her wobbly-self get to her next wanted destination. An athlete depends on the same two feet that carries him from the very beginning to take him to his desired destination.
I can’t quite put my metaphoric finger on what I’m mentally grasping, but while the pieces are still jumbling around till the corners meet the curves of its other fellows, i’m going to use the hands that stirred my Thai tea in a circular motion causing the deep eye in my cup, and with my feet, they’ll aid me to where i want most and what i’m really truly revealing.