you step into a grungy mist,
knee deep in marsh.
slowly you step
by
step
squishing the soles of your past
but the mud sticks,
caking together bits and pieces,
pounded deep
deep
into the
soul
of your shoe
Unwanted Visitor: Portrait of Wildfire
Five swirling flames made of thousands of crayons meant to resemble the recent wildfires that ravaged the state of Texas several weeks ago. (via)
does wonders for the way you can live;breathe;exist;console;ponder;criticize;enjoy!!!!!!!!!!!
ebb
and
flow.
that’s how she told you to go,
but you didnt listen -instead you
flew.
above the ocean floor,
below the sky’s surreal cerulean,
we flew.
i thought i knew the depths of my earth,
until, i
saw.
she saw the seesaws of prehistoric childhoods,
the forgotten era that now delved in her soul,
digging for those artifacts of
artisfact,
artisreal,
art is honest,
art is you.
we. dive.
if you loved it at some point, will you love it forever?
if you loved it at some point, was that point the absolute maximum, or just the local?
if you loved it at some point, past tenses are permanent or temporary?
if you loved it at some point, will you love it at another point?
if you loved it at some point, have you loved it ever since?
all you know is that you loved it at some point,
and
love will always be
some point