The words whisper to me from the scratch of my dying pen. Advertisements
To be a contradiction is to be overflowing; it is to listen and to contemplate; it is to consider and change; I am only human–my mind wasn’t built to be static.
Don’t underestimate the power of just going to get a cup of coffee. The eyes you meet across the table might stay with you forever. Or maybe your mind will simple be stretched and come alive at the coffee beans in the air.
There blooms a fiery flower under your forehead today. It singes my lips.
The smell of lilacs drowning in the bodies of bumblebees; those wings will beat in my mind for eternity, and nothing will ever be like it.
Go where the birds glide under the ocean waves, they are hidden in fish bodies, missing their feathers— their means for flight. They traded them for scales when a slimy frog told them it was right; the deep blue sea was the new place to be over the wide blue sky.
Love yourself, find the tide of your ocean. There it emerges, roaring against the tips of your skin.