nosedivve

i am rising like magma, ancient yet at the same time brand-new i can't believe that i was still here, all along - i am tapping on my keyboard once again, yearning to dust off nylon strings and burn through the skin on my fingertips, warm my vocal chords, dip a paint brush into the brightest orange you've ever seen and let decade-old soundwaves bless my ears i'll believe that dormancy isn't in my nature but i am awakening, i am stretching out my molten limbs, and i cannot wait to taste the ash

the fatal attraction of civil mysticism and the ingenuity of the perfect aspect ratio fit me into my corner so I could cube myself and bloom under pressure never ending as expected new cubbyholes to place in my belly filled with grief and relief for the mes no one wants to see.

i will admit my love dried on the back of a searching star who watched her god shatter his teeth on the mountainside of his favorite creation - killed by the weight of all burden breeding beneath his summit. innocence; the autobiography of a deity sworn to silence in a sky of muted love.