[14] - monday's child.

「 periwinkle literature. 」

a journey (the wedding), ᴊᴏᴇ ʜɪꜱᴀɪꜱʜɪ, 00.00

isn't the sky just lovely?

she floats, never-changing.

when the wind rises with her, surely,

their dance rouses the leaves; they hang trembling.

dreams of flight vanish into her clouds,

she hides them in the blue, rather subtly.

they emerge with scars, but sometimes without,

for what is beauty without cruelty?

from the painter of the heavens, icarus fell,

she's written tragedy, she's written love stories.

the sky is a grace we know all too well,

she sets the stage for celestial masterpiece.