a hazy cobbleweb of hourlessness has set on my days and replaced my sleeping pattern.
the moon married the sun so that sometimes when I'm sitting on the window sill I can only guess which one of them it is doing the silent pirouette dance in the dusty highs.
they're both so pale and beautiful.
feverishly I lay my eyes on letters and words and sometimes they too start to dance and I embrace my guitar and play songs for them so they can glimmer through my room like paper butterflies.
I feel like a better ghost than a human being when I look into the mirror's eye all dressed in lace and sometimes I wish for bold colours in my closet so I could be exotic and dark and smell like coconuts skins and read people's futures out of their palm.
maybe I will get a waxing moon tattooed on my neck soon so I will always be reminded of the beauty of transition that is life.
the moon married the sun so that sometimes when I'm sitting on the window sill I can only guess which one of them it is doing the silent pirouette dance in the dusty highs.
they're both so pale and beautiful.
feverishly I lay my eyes on letters and words and sometimes they too start to dance and I embrace my guitar and play songs for them so they can glimmer through my room like paper butterflies.
I feel like a better ghost than a human being when I look into the mirror's eye all dressed in lace and sometimes I wish for bold colours in my closet so I could be exotic and dark and smell like coconuts skins and read people's futures out of their palm.
maybe I will get a waxing moon tattooed on my neck soon so I will always be reminded of the beauty of transition that is life.
the dawn kisses the night sky goodbye with shimmy rose quartz lips and I flutter through my room in oblivion of how things were before.
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