one day I awoke with my head swimming
my thoughts were all crazed and heavy
and then I thought upon it, what a perfect day might be
nameless corridors
withered flowers
quite words
stained hands
cloudy skies
damp soil
musty old house in the middle of nowhere
a murky, forgotten creek
strange bugs
green blades of grass
swallows soaring
picture journals and portraits and brushes
cracked vinyl's and a melancholic ache
pinky promises
midnight swims
breeches and overalls and choppy bangs
dirty shoes
grilled cheese, an ode to the glory days
collars and polos and feather pens
split ink and dark paper
printed words and salty tears
fireflies and the stars stitched to the shiny canvas of night
is what I think I dreamt of, with a swim-y head.
YOU ARE READING
Almond Blossoms
PoetryNamed after my favorite Van Gogh painting, I try to give some feelings words.
