dance

She is the dawn and I am the clouds she ever shyly tints. I am the reflective explosions of colour as she chooses where to leave her mark, Iam the birds first waking up after she rises, in my world I wish to control where she rises and sets butin truth there is no wayContinue reading “dance”

//paper flies//

Paper airplane flying dreams plain and simple straight and clean. Stark contrast with the business, past which it streams; mind of a child taking wings. Imagine if we took everything like a piece of paper- saw past the four edges the bold letters, hard desk edges and saw the potential. If the sheet was folded,Continue reading “//paper flies//”