conjuring pink magic
with friends in an abandoned attic
contact the past to forgive
what can’t be changed
to suit the
present,
fingers perched on board in tandem
shouldn’t play but we’re
bewitched
by the promise, by the quest,
four moved to seek
by unrest.
tonight’s moonlight drips
like eye drops
from sky
gods
glazing thick and
milky
rolling highlight reels
of memories
that no longer
comfort
me
though i watch with humility
to what runs
like..
someone else’s
story
the colours of my fantasy
bleed through the movie screens
then run blue and bruised down my cheeks
like the storm that wouldn’t ease
to let me catch my breath
i’m sick from chasing sleep
through maze’s hall of ghosts
i say hello then turn my back
to walls, then i turn back
in time to watch the colours splash
fantasy, relief from what reality says
helps me see something
other than
what
is.
trippin’ on lofi sea vibes
ear down in high tide
fresh and salt and weed and fish
swim in and nest in ocean’s kiss
lips spared the scorch
of sun’s blue torch
in tropic swell, the seabirds swirl
while i drown so chill
so well i soothe my little girl
splashing heels in rolling surf
can’t help but smile the clouds
from this day
that shall not fade
for aches and
greys
break down, on a side road
every lane’s closed
my head rests in my hands
dreaming at the wheel
i forget what brought me here
feet pressed through the floor
to feel sand on my toes
grounded but still high
where am i in between
vast cosmos and the sea?
wash me back to shore
can’t see the road no more
so i breathe, like it’s my first
so damn alive it hurts
but they’re just words
hands in the garden 
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