I.
pockets of poetry
we are the stars incarnate
burn, explode, tumble, snort
we melt in hot sunrise
wax with soft moonrise
II.
sprinklers, golf balls, sand
eighteen years old
we are the song when the sun goes down
bird envy
we breathe delicious wet air
each day every night what what?
collapse
laugh
III.
shh, don't wake him
solid whispers, now stirring
bushes, tires, grunt
lay low
IV.
swings, I fly
don't jump
told you
V.
It's been a long time!
Wow.
So I'm back, if anyone can remember who I am..... >.> and there's not really much to say, err...
Cleaning out my deviations! Yay. :w00t:
Maybe updating a couple of things...
So, how've y'all been? :)
Awww hahahaha I'm glad to hear you've been well Eh, my Thanksgiving wasn't so great.. some personal stuff. But I'm hanging in there and working/always trying to get more work lol