at times. even the odds are even. young and sleep deprived. old and tired. Detached. at times. the blues grey. ground zero. colourless. punctual. at times. i wake up in your shoes. feet intact. furious and firm. dry. at times. i do. you do too. hand in hand. asleep. #feetparadox
DAY AND NIGHT. the cold currently biting my toes. warms my eyes with its warmth. and with it worms on trees with green leaves that looked black despite the snowfall all night. a dusty air vent blows dust out off my lungs. arching. making invisible scaffoldings for lids to the jar where i store my eyes as i listened to singers sing songs of unrequited love and look at you dropping pace into a reality of our dream. #feetparadox
darling. there's the sun. the loom. and twelve billion three hundred and forty five sparkling eyes in the sky. there's the voice in the beating wind. in the calm ocean. peace in the mountains. in the snow. beneath your feet. there's the joy in little things. and then, there's you. baby. people lie. cheat. run away from things and never settle in a seat. wait for things to fall in place, cowardly, searching for miracles. failing to see. they flee. people are mean. and menacing. pseudo self righteous. deceptive and cold. and then, there's you. sweetie. there's love and lust. and everything else in between. and then, there's you. #feetparadox #rooh
bethink of me at which hour am gone. nev'r at which hour am 'round. huggeth me once. bef're thee drowneth. if't be true thee've ev'r did look me in the eye. i promiseth thee. i've smuggl'd a smileth into thy bones and yond's how i intendeth to live f'rev'r. #feetparadox Shout-out to @chickooster for thy Shakespearean touch.
his dark fantasy was to sleep. into a menacing trance. away from himself. till the drumming stopped. his dark fantasy was to sleep. into absolute silence. slaying everything in between. sliding in into the mines. like smoke into lungs. but to stay. his darkest fantasy was to sleep. cold. like brothers in blood. everglow. #feetparadox
words elude my mind. disappear. fly. let eyes wander. i wonder why? unaware of the sub rosa lives we shared upon the deep pungent red sky. i sigh. looking for the parallel yarn. to guide me back to the yurt shy. i see the white bricks melt into the berm. and then into the lake filled with broken arrows. stupid mistakes. and all of my sorrows. broken bridge and barricades and all the burnt up tarots. through the window pane as the wind of pain clutched me away from the inky tunnels. whispering. gently. "let the dark guide you back. home." #feetparadox #OneOOne