ShatteredGrove

birds are meant to fly. we cannot qualm our thoughts on on things we have seen in the past. let the birds sing while they last and let the birds fly in the sky while they can. you have to let their wings knife through the air to appreciate their beauty and you have to let them be while they're at home. beautiful bird, be who you are and don't concern yourself with what becomes of your partner wings. fly, darling, fly, wish those sunbeams into the next day and leave them suspended for every moment that follows like a chemtrail. let our live in its proper place. and it will fly where it needs to be and will return in its proper time

porcelain collapse, my hair is dripping down my shoulders. tile collapse, my hair is dripping on the carpet. carpet collapse, my hair is dripping on my shoulders. i think my shoulders are dripping. i think my back is too. i think i'm water/ wasting away. i think my mom is calling my name. i think my dad is covering me up. i think i'm naked under here. i think this is a dream. i think this is a dream. i think i'm going to wake up now. i think i'm gonna die.