You are winter blue and summer red and you need to make me believe. Make me open my eyes and dream out loud. You said you liked how the sky split itself into half, unleashed its polar opposite colors and left the moon hanging in the midst. Take this as a mission from your favorite lump of rock watching down at us from above. Believers. Make some.
The world would gladly accept some ironic charity, are you ready to give it? There is more to living than thinking. There is more to believing than ignoring. Stop choosing. Stop planning. Love me on a whim, not because I’ll cash in one day in your near violet future. Stop being afraid of death whispering to you through crackled radio, of grasping your hand amidst our next thunderstorm.
Loosen up, goddammit. You’re on a mission after all. I’m counting down from The Big Dipper. The stars are your workers. The moon is your judge. Hurry up now, get to work.
I love when I come across a new writer that lures me in and doesn’t let go! You have won a new fan! “love me on a whim, not because I cash in one day…”
Awesome stuff! Im following!
thank you so so much! you’re such a wonderful writer yourself and it means so much more coming from you! (:
Wow! As sharp as ever! Loving the metaphors too.
thank you so much!
BELIEBERS. BECOME ONE.
I WAS RAISED BY THE POWER OF WILL.
OOOOH =D i love this one!!!
thank you
Man, i just am in love with this blog, with you and everything else over here :O
For a fifteen year old you are just EPICC !! Teach me oh great one !
haha thank you