missyemily94

Never him, the water of sleep is air the sea which grew between oh and how it could make us still

"N-O" No, I like the way it rolls of the tongue I like the way it sounds. Rainstorms and rainless; wind wafting like dust particles swirling twisted up in the confines of your hair and there is nothing better than the dream of being swept away. Off into dustpans where the atmosphere cannot do much more than merely astound us. Breaths like stars and starlight; twinkling like dreams in the winter solstice of your eyes; and your could be a dream; washing away like run off and smiles and there is something so familiar that is more than astounding or happy or pleasant; but warm. Lost in a map-center place; follow me down to the depths of oceanic

Today I found space, closed my eyes and melted in with Saturn, stars wrapped rings around me like snakes; let them constrict as I faded away. Lost myself in the waves of atmosphere colliding around me and relaxed into cloud-like shrouds of starlight that I followed down the milky way; pouring slowly over like the melting sugar of your voice; draping like syrup and shivers and clouds like gold and sweet. I passed Pluto, making laps like lake swimming; skinny-dipping under milky white moonlight and star lights like Christmas stars flickering over summertime shadows. Venus burning shallow holes, lost moons somewhere in between heartbeats and co

You make my tummy feel light; like spring-time and somersaults. Like the breath of wind tangling in your hair and unusual smile is curved on your lips. I know it's silly but you're a silly guy, and it's easy that way. Just being more careless than carefree, to spend less time knowing than not. but the way you talk is nice and your laughter is nicer. Like a tunnel bellow water; it's a lot like watching a world through a snow globe; or in the gentle sparkle of snow drops and rain flakes and falling into cushions that are more cloud-like than cotton against your skin. It's like living on prayers because suddenly I've found myself to be quite re

Turn up my music and sail myself off on the slow tides of rhythm and gentle hum of melody. I'll sail myself off on to the island if sleep and only there will I dare to dream; I often wonder at what this island would look like; marvel at how gray and pure the sand would appear beneath the deep blue of night-time sky; stay up there with my head tipped to admire the waves at my toes and the un-polluted light of the stars; stand out on low bridges and watch the stars in the eyes of my fellow dreamers; damp air and lost eyes; It seems like something I could get used to; and yet I remember you with the fondness of wet paint; of being careful of t

I am not farmiliar with you; so teach me the geography of this land. Map mountains in army fleets across my sides and trace rib cages like hills and the valleys that lie between them. Find lakes in the deep blue of my eyes and trail the coral reef between my fingers. I'll tuck you upside-down in the shoebox beneath my bed and when the moon falls low in the sky; I'll take you out again and trust for it to catch me; and no these six cardboard walls are not enough to hold you; but surely they may bind you for long enough to realize the alternate route your life could have taken' winding down the pathways on down-facing hills; racing hard and fas

Sail off on ferry ships; stand out at water's edge and watch yourself float away; toes curled around splintered wood. One hundred and ten small brown spikes stick in the heel of your feet like anchors to sea and lightning to land. That peaceful fate he wears like the open-neck of his shirt and as the sky tousles his light hair the clouds toy with colors and twirl the wheel that controls the ever-constant racing of your heart. Thump; thump; thump; icy waters racing at your sides, rushing like the gentle stroke of his palms and cold floors beneath your feet like sandcastles and the crunch of winter and acorns. The feeling of 'to be alive' unde

I want to dye my hair red. Sprout freckles like wildflowers. Dig roots deep down into the earth and make a place there , and here. Stand tall among the ferns and bushes; find myself there to grow petals like with thunder comes lightning. I want to change my growth season and become year-round; blossom like buttercups. Change my name to Scarlet, wild scarlet; and run free like bursting petals and and air-born seeds. Fly away on the wind of the breath of someone I've never once met before and know nothing about and know that somewhere I will land and I will grow and dig my roots deep and the soil will be loose and warm and welcoming like your b