there was a silver tree
for apparently my feelings are fucking transparent. let's runaway, you and i.
there was a silver tree.
(because i like my brightest diamond and her lyrics). 450 words of whatever i felt like writing.
the day history was swept from this earth was a day of peace. if only we knew, if only we knew.
we watch morning give birth to light, and day erupts into our fragile shells, until the sun falls from the sky and we wonder where it has landed, whether it is happy there. whether it will miss us. (for we miss it, the way the light scatters shadows and shade among us, giving birth to dark reflections that follow us loyally where the ground was once baron.) but then there is night, and there is dark, and up there those gold speckles are watching just for us. we wonder, how small must we seem from up there? how fleeting and insignificant? why, if our feet were to raise above the ground the stars would surely never be able to see it, all the way from their homes, but they will whisper among themselves, are they getting closer? perhaps they have not forgotten us? but we never rise, and we never remember. we keep going.
we have not forgotten our words, when we open our mouths the sound is loud, clear -- as if our mouths know, they will never forget their past. our tongues have tasted so many syllables that surely they must have materialised from their own memories, their own knowledge. but we forget what our words were used for, what did i once call you? our feet are dragging behind us. we keep going.
look at that space there by your collarbone, that dip your eyes can't reach. the air catches in it and casts shadows among the bone there, as if the darkness is retreating in that shelter. and my, look at how our fingers entwine -- they fit like the ribcage inside of us that shakes and splutters with the air moving inandoutinandout. perhaps the bones miss the air when it is gone, perhaps it shrinks into itself out of sorrow -- look, i am nothing without you, it is saying, take me with you. then the air returns once more and it gains its once expanded form, until the ribcage is left again. oh, what a shallow life, so captivated by the love that fills its empty space.
there, look! there is the sun once more! and when we take our gaze to the sky the sun has filled the sky like it had oh so long ago. there we are, you and i, hand in hand, watching time shift past until our bodies are too tired to stand any longer, and our ribcages are left alone once more, retreated in heartbreak.
there was a silver tree.
(because i like my brightest diamond and her lyrics). 450 words of whatever i felt like writing.
the day history was swept from this earth was a day of peace. if only we knew, if only we knew.
we watch morning give birth to light, and day erupts into our fragile shells, until the sun falls from the sky and we wonder where it has landed, whether it is happy there. whether it will miss us. (for we miss it, the way the light scatters shadows and shade among us, giving birth to dark reflections that follow us loyally where the ground was once baron.) but then there is night, and there is dark, and up there those gold speckles are watching just for us. we wonder, how small must we seem from up there? how fleeting and insignificant? why, if our feet were to raise above the ground the stars would surely never be able to see it, all the way from their homes, but they will whisper among themselves, are they getting closer? perhaps they have not forgotten us? but we never rise, and we never remember. we keep going.
we have not forgotten our words, when we open our mouths the sound is loud, clear -- as if our mouths know, they will never forget their past. our tongues have tasted so many syllables that surely they must have materialised from their own memories, their own knowledge. but we forget what our words were used for, what did i once call you? our feet are dragging behind us. we keep going.
look at that space there by your collarbone, that dip your eyes can't reach. the air catches in it and casts shadows among the bone there, as if the darkness is retreating in that shelter. and my, look at how our fingers entwine -- they fit like the ribcage inside of us that shakes and splutters with the air moving inandoutinandout. perhaps the bones miss the air when it is gone, perhaps it shrinks into itself out of sorrow -- look, i am nothing without you, it is saying, take me with you. then the air returns once more and it gains its once expanded form, until the ribcage is left again. oh, what a shallow life, so captivated by the love that fills its empty space.
there, look! there is the sun once more! and when we take our gaze to the sky the sun has filled the sky like it had oh so long ago. there we are, you and i, hand in hand, watching time shift past until our bodies are too tired to stand any longer, and our ribcages are left alone once more, retreated in heartbreak.