And Away

Oh, I’ve been looking for melodies when what I need is mood. I have crafted statements simply ’cause they sounded good but I need atmosphere – and bubbles. I will drown under my covers unless something floats me upward – (up above, the moon is orange. The charcoal is still smoking. My heart beat has descended. There’s a chilly western wind sending the smoke to all my friends and all my enemies and lovers) – everything is upward. You will die if you keep looking at the ground.

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~ by perfectionatrix on October 25, 2015.

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