in grays,
and hesitation,
and dreams.
there is more to art, she says, than just technical ability.
and so i make my words t a k e u p all this s p a c e so no one see how hollow they are,
whilst hers--
inky hair and parchment skin and candle-lit eyes;
watch her cadenza crescendo and split a p a r t at the seams,
each note and simile and metaphor and feeling
a thrumming baseline in her head
as her muse tangos with shadows,
and makes love to light.
i am a streetlight amongst the backdrop of a meteor shower.
for thedreamer
streetlights are at least stationary, everlasting, while meteor showers shine for split seconds before fading back into the background, where they belong.
ReplyDeleteI still love you tho <3 Thanks x
streetlights blow out as too much electricity courses through. streetlights are fake and synthetic. meteor showers are real and bright and are remembered for years and years and years after they pass, even for the slightest of moments.
ReplyDeletei love you more. x
you two are the dueling banjos
ReplyDeleteof deliverance
bless you both
<3
now im all woke up
though :/
oh ,and im geting paranoid again and my muse hates me but besides thati have wickd CICFS( chronic insomnia cycle fatigue syndrome )
rivercat, thank you so much. she's just pure inspiration crammed into a tiny, breaking bottle, so i can carry her around with me, always. my muse is also on vacation though, so it's all good. she's getting a breather and muses always come back, have faith.
ReplyDeleteand about the sleep, i think they should invent a new one for me: BSS (bipolar sleep syndrome) because i'm either an insomniac or hypersomniac and can't get the balance right, ever. :(