kiss my cuts ❥ poetry

musical learner.

listen to the streets,
sometimes they're trying to
tell you something.

do you hear the whistles
when you walk?
it's the quiet hum of the wind
going through the leaves
do you hear the sounds
beyond the man made ones from the lit city?
have you ever tried to run away and listen
to the glory the natural world is?

hop on the transit
keep riding until you don't recognize the streets.
get off to find a random park
sit on a bench and close your eyes.
try to stay grounded to the earth.
i know it's hard when you're floating away.

lakeshore,
the cure to my problems.
the sounds on the waves
clashing against each other,
the water slowly tries to creep up on you,
before it gets shy and leaves you alone.
meditation is key by the water,
drown all the sounds out with the lake.

spark a match to assist in
lighting a candle.
get mesmerized to
watch the flame flicker naturally.
put out the match held between your fingers,
it's getting too hot.
you have a lot of power in your hands now,
make sure the fire doesn't ignite bigger than yourself.

-four elements