the days got lost in a place where there was no time.
there was just bird, letter, glance and the moment to light a new cigarette.
life had turned into a hazy dream in the soft glow of fairylights where pastels had taken over and there was no good or bad because everything was covered in stardust.
all the more important it had become to document. to write down each thought, take pictures of empty coffee cups, write songs to nail the feelings to the walls like polaroids that developed into sweet nothings.
she was undeniably lost, living off daydreams and sugared tea, braiding her hair all over again, doing ballet pirouettes where gravity was dead.
and there was no going anywhere but there was a part of her that wouldn't mind staying for a while anyway. a long while. a life.
she was so happy there.
there was just bird, letter, glance and the moment to light a new cigarette.
life had turned into a hazy dream in the soft glow of fairylights where pastels had taken over and there was no good or bad because everything was covered in stardust.
all the more important it had become to document. to write down each thought, take pictures of empty coffee cups, write songs to nail the feelings to the walls like polaroids that developed into sweet nothings.
she was undeniably lost, living off daydreams and sugared tea, braiding her hair all over again, doing ballet pirouettes where gravity was dead.
and there was no going anywhere but there was a part of her that wouldn't mind staying for a while anyway. a long while. a life.
she was so happy there.
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