i pluck breath from here
and tear from there
a fleeting whisper back there
some heaps of hope gathered
at my foot, by which lay
hard earned decisions
and i have enough material
to give birth to a dream
It began with liquid skies and jello dreams,
Then wishes for selective amnesia
So that I can continuously taste the world
over and over
With crystal drops of rain
and spidery cotton candy
through laced fingers
and daintily tip-toeing
with exquisite gowns
and light slippers
and ornate crowns.
over marshmallow clouds
and fine honey garments
for it’s a grand hall
that we shall waltz
in silky stupor
with silver bubbles
tinkling clinking chiming chimes
releasing peals upon peals
of uncontrolled drunk with ecstasy laughter.
and let’s retreat retire
into billowy curtains
sheep-skin soft airy ways
and curl into bliss
through muted-yet-bright waters,
bright lit eyes,
like dark lanterns guiding
that which way this wandering
preoccupies a dreaming soul
saunters canters careens a way-ward
preening whispered feathers of thoughts
boasting a full bosom of voluminous songs,
clear clear lucidly clear
as pristine as that sap
that drips from a mulberry tree.
“I had 8 hearts this morning and then somewhere along the way, i lost one… i should add, if you find that heart, just know that it was made with much care and adoration.”
Exciting new project in the works! That ^ was a sneak peek =].
I am in love with my school life and maybe the social aspect of it. The week starts with discovering new lands and creations decoding world colors and producing ideas to be visually manifested followed by a physical invention phase. Using materials to give form to intangible ideas-simply lighthearted installations to bring about smiles.
That gives way to the technicality of softwares. Mapping out logic to display graphs, those that model life. Growth rates and death rates. Finding answers to questions that question the intangible essence called life. Late nights lead to this musing, as I find myself surrounded by numbers and vectors and matrices, and multi-dimensions, each whispering something to nudge themselves in some recess of my brain.
Then follows discussions of social relations and strategies, and thoeries that sews into talks about individual representations about parodies and pastiches, which is pushed into analytical essays. it’s full reversal from the beginning of the week. which started with creation rather than discussion and finding key words to embody my thoughts.
That drips into the creation aspect, and i once again i find myself submerged in ideas and wallowing in an on-rage of amazing-ness.
And still through all of that, I find a moment to take a breath, perhaps deck myself, and bring forth a smile.