holly golightly-day

[muse]

First snowfall. I hear the sound of crystalline sky meeting the earth, filling into wide-open spaces, and making new countries of water and wind. It’s so quiet, a hiss of breath that no one is meant to hear. The smell of smoke from someone’s chimney. I am awake and alive. I am here. I am warm and I am cold, alive and ancient, young and covered in snowflakes. Because no one is here right now, I feel like it snows for me alone.

The mountains will swallow the snow, the sun the mountains, and the sky me, and I will be blue, covered in snow like feathers, the colour of dreams being born. The smoke traces fingers across the air and the soul behind the soul in my eyes. I could die today and be content.

Talullah Jewel