cloud vessel
The sensory world is a world of portals
I am on a bus
I smell a perfume that smells like being 16
Taking a bath of Christmas day
And feeling incredibly fancy
Regina spektor
Pink pepper and jasmine
Those old coral-esque tiles we had
Wireheadphones playing a sonic portal, fresh new playlist
A song I haven't played in years
"There's no emotion, nothing left to say"
Slow
Headplunge into cold water music
"He's gonna catch me"
...
"The way you used to"
Oh if I could grab one of these portals and crawl into a before time
I miss every part of myself
I am existing in a self that will soon be missed
Deeply
There are versions of myself I am yet to meet
I am off the bus I see a willow tree now
Winter willow. March willow.
Leaveless as the one I saw in poland
When we left the cathedral
Half asleep in a bath of angel song
Mourning my virginity
Communion wafer still sweet on my tongue
We kissed each other on the cheek
Yellow carnations and a red rose
Because you would never buy me dyed flowers
rain wraith
cobalt delta
