supposed to be (entertain me)
and i search
wandering avenues of new beginnings
wading through new sounds
wishing for another constant
a little warm on the inside matched with cold feet from wearing sandals in the early spring, i am bound together with scrolls of thin waxed paper ripped from birch trees before the first snowfall, vaguely opaque so with enough light you can see the blue-green rivers rushing towards an ocean they have never seen. i am made of china-glass and painted with an unsteady hand and special-collection paints with the tiniest paintbrush, decorated with the smallest specks of spider-silk.
and i watch so much pass by in tuffs of blue-grey
wandering avenues of new beginnings
wading through new sounds
wishing for another constant
a little warm on the inside matched with cold feet from wearing sandals in the early spring, i am bound together with scrolls of thin waxed paper ripped from birch trees before the first snowfall, vaguely opaque so with enough light you can see the blue-green rivers rushing towards an ocean they have never seen. i am made of china-glass and painted with an unsteady hand and special-collection paints with the tiniest paintbrush, decorated with the smallest specks of spider-silk.
and i watch so much pass by in tuffs of blue-grey