I have been thinking why this World is so eternally sad, with all its plaid, persuading to mundane. What with these dragon flies, swaying a thoughts back to those highway butterflies. Dusts all way tumbling in a stairs while sweeping really that was weeping. In a skyline leaves of coconut tree intentionally swinging. Clothes hung up to dry far try to catch a passing cloud. A man walked passed me to meet a stranger whistled an effect of butterfly. May I a back story without a name. This world is so eternally sad. So do I. ~xyl_ayvlis
There are some storms, ruthless and unconquerable. You were one of them that carried me away, through the eastern winds and blue oceans. You tossed me high, high on love, what should I call you? An angel in red or a devil in my head who caused ruination to all the despair and melancholy that sneaked out on brown bread. You're the sunflower which cut itself open, maybe you're my heart that stands frozen, is it coldness or warmth or numbness that I feel, or is it your palms with maps of cities that enables my iron wings. You're the thunder knelling in god's reign, you're the flame uprooting disdain and like the moisture in the air your breaths hold me in memories.
I walk in the field of wildflowers to let my worth smell of intoxication for roses don't make rush in me dopamine, from the day I replaced satchel with bottled heart. Every time I inhale, a whiff runs in my blood of insobriety, of diesel-ed smoke, of flickering seasons, of entranced breaths and inconspicuous depart.
I bask upon the scented meadow, paying no heed to familiar faces in the crowd who surged in my life as dreadful flood when my heart was a paper boat. Only if I've known not to draw in a single breath of wildflowers, I'd not dare to touch them in anticipation, I'd not dare to consume temporary sucrose but lifelong poison.
I walk and walk till I reach afar from this noxious field but life is a tenacious companion out of all the weeds I should've known, from the time I've birth-marked my existence. I seep into life little by little, I glide my bones over its epilogue, the traces of age and growth splashes over my crumpled skin and I wonder why I keep holding hope more than I hold myself in such a deathly realm.
When all your life you wandered not knowing what you were after, if you climbed mountains only to go down and climb another, if you travelled miles not knowing your feet were bleeding, if all the tiredness sat in your bones and someone comes and offers you a little rest, love is what that rest feels like.
Its the warmth of the sun that springs life in your skin that has been cold for too long, its the kiss of a child on your cheek when he doesn't know what it means, its the hope of a seed for the greatness of a tree it will one day take pride in being, its the silence of mountains when you stare at them for a while too long to find their green exact same shade of the diary you once had in your youth.
Its the colours you wanted, never had, never knew you really wanted, but when finally one day someone sits beside you as quietly as someone can, and you don't feel the need to say anything, cause they fill you with something that's calm, soft but strong, make your heart smile, the kind you never knew existed... know that you are falling in love.