I love the orbs in the sky above my head. As I stand in the city of love. Spells dazzle each passerby, even those upon the bench. A spectacle of pure electricity causing a rainstorm of nebula dust. This city is unbearable in a sense that I would feel lost if I left. Wishing you…
Tag: wondering
Island Of Daydreamers
There is a blue color, my favored kind, full of a depth that seems impossible. Impossibly blue? Impossibly there. Shards and shades of the color paint out in a canvas of mixed color. Rising and falling, twisting and turning, like a dance of a drowning mass. A mass of foam and salt; a mass of…
The Unsigned Writer 