Sea skies and stars twinkling above and covered from one, but exposed for another. Hearts beating in tandem against bone and flesh, blood running fresh and shortened in breath. Tears prickle and stain sorrowful skin, happy and worried together. Distrust and disbelief hold one back, the other unknown. Love amongst the air, sprinkling skin as supple as sugar. Futures burning in skin and brain, words mix and meld to thoughts as vines to brick stoned walls. Delicate lines to a face as porcelain to cracks. Worn smiles dry lips in broken half sobs, the moon embraces the land of the lost and broken. The sun binds those together, sparks to grow in a flurry of tendrils. Some say it’s fate others say God, the universe’s construct is a hidden gem. Rubies and sapphires grow scarce amongst bleeding wounded hearts and dripping tears with faded eyes. Brave smiles carefully plastered on, sophistication is the only method of conversation. Messy hearts flow and the unknown terrifies all. Will fate give me what I’ve been praying for or are they meaningless words whispered into the electrified air. Strains of blue pixie dust fills lungs screaming for pure air, a relief in moment, only to suffocate and drown with doubt and self depreciation. Let fate give us those our hearts need, to clear our lungs of pixie dust, and to turn our rubies and sapphires to opal and citrine
