~I am~ by Tyler Knott Gregson
I am: | alive___
! starting to write|draw ( [link] ) again____
~ a student(__?__not yet,but I'm trying~)
-making a lot of plaaaans for this vacation !___!
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hurricanes___and___lemonade______________________________________________________________hurricanes___and___lemonade
~lets watch the stars grow wild under our skin of amber and think were rainbows split in two or crimson paperboats lost at sea. ~lets watch it carrying our heartbeats to eternity the sea-and match our fingerprints with hurricane disorder. ~lets tie the liquid ghosts with ribbons to the ceiling and let them lean against the
walls of our thoughts like stranded whales seen from outter~space _____and all the ghosts shape ginger skies in our souls like pouring lemonade with eyes wide shut. _____and the moon is a hot air balloon com


____suflet___marin______________________________________________________________________!____suflet___marin____
`marea e aici.pe dupa aripi de libelule,fire de nisip,glezne de visatori,aerul colorat pe care il respira scoicile la rasarit,colturile gurii aruncate la infinit. meduzele fac ingeri in nisip. nisipul se aseaza in castele pe buze. buzele astern clipele pe frunte,in netimp si tamplele'ti miros a stele.de mare.
de mare iti e dor intotdeauna.si cand o vezi_lasandu'si valurile'n falduri.si cand n'o vezi_spunandu'ti cat ii e de dor si ei. si ei,calutii de mare i se aseaza pe umeri ca pistruii din ceaiul de la ora cinci,ca secundele


__stitches__of__wonder__---there's always a thunderstorm in my land of poppies,leaving me here,with stitches of wonder from every breath you took away from me.today is so quiet. the rain cannot 'fall for the sky again' and we drift and drift and drift and drift.__stitches__of__wonder__
---i hear a sunset whispering a refusal under my closed eyelids.not sharing me with anyone else but you. so,what should i tell him? that u're sleeping and dreaming about 'moonscrapers'in elephant pockets,
holding in the universe,breathing out what's left of our precious memories?
---the tickets to the moon were pret


__cherry__blossom__alien______he came from a place where water lillies grow on hearts like shadows on squared ceilings in hotel rooms with no floors.like new born stars on december skies drenched by wishes__cherry__blossom__alien______
under closed eyelids. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________
from ashes and rain he came and he said he thought he saw an albino on the shore of nowhere. I think he was talking about a mime chopping onions somewhere near the sea.For what it`s worth, how can you mime a wave or two or buying shoes for an octopus?I guess u have to be a wave or
two or...
Thank you so much! (:
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Do you believe in always,the wind
said to the rain
I am too busy with
my flowers to believe,the rain answered
I'm happy you like the trees too
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# et puis...
# ... un rêve sans étoiles est un rêve oublié
E T S Y │ B L O G
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