vivid dreams, remembered from nights long passed.
a moon that reflects its pale blue sheen onto my cheeks.
the pops and cracks of a vinyl, playing songs I forgot I loved.
I hum along.
the record skips.
the rhythm is comprimised.
the plants on my desk smile at me. they seem carefree, except for one, who shrivels slightly.
it cries out to me.
too cold. too cold.
I move it away from the icy window and give it warm water.
sunshine.
hasn't been seen in days.
too many clouds. too many clouds.
I glide my fingers through my hair and stare out the window.
a desire sparks in my chest with a holographic laser.
moon. I wish to go there.
and so my heart delivers.
YOU ARE READING
an assortment of writings
Poetrythis is a compilation of poems, short stories, etc. that i have written and want to share with some anonymous literature enthusiasts. enjoy i guess ?
