gold.
we all just keep spinning and spinning until we catch a strain of that melody that belongs to our own.
harmony, they'd say.
or the longest most lost round in your history.
earlier today i wrote and thought about how i'd never seen a possible future that thrummed and pulsed like a heartbeat.
more than a daydream.
the kind that takes over, and leaves your face naked in public with emotion.
because you know that if you just stretched far enough, let the tiny bones separate and reach for that dream and snatch it back from twilight it would come true.
but as far as you know it's just a dream. and that's why it hurts.
but it feels so good when you swim through that pinch of pain that you just lay back in it.
spinning gold.
harmony, they'd say.
or the longest most lost round in your history.
earlier today i wrote and thought about how i'd never seen a possible future that thrummed and pulsed like a heartbeat.
more than a daydream.
the kind that takes over, and leaves your face naked in public with emotion.
because you know that if you just stretched far enough, let the tiny bones separate and reach for that dream and snatch it back from twilight it would come true.
but as far as you know it's just a dream. and that's why it hurts.
but it feels so good when you swim through that pinch of pain that you just lay back in it.
spinning gold.