dreamtrays

[dreamtrays]

You're vast, psychedelic, dreamy cold steel and warm dust, I want to believe.

[dreamtrays]

No one would believe my blood memories of these places.

[dreamtrays]

Pure white, perfect, pointedly glittering, all the dreams of your girlhood and longings of your secret, happy heart.

[dreamtrays]

I heard a voice in the wood, a cool voice calling, it wasn't good. It told me to leave my work to play, it told me to run run run away.

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I am struck with a pain that I should have done things differently. I should've have chosen the more complicated road, I should've buried my face in books and ate ink and become crisp and white and learned.

[dreamtrays]

Dip my feet into the blue dark, what happened to the songs I used to know, the tread of my tires on the tireless road, oh - what a sweet load.

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I am trying to breathe, I am trying to be bright. I am trying to put lotion on after the shower, to watch the sunlight play on the carpet, to taste lemons and feel cats and exhale my tears into shining dewdrops.

[dreamtrays]

Foggy, mind, body. Foggy fingers and kisses and foggy dreams last night. Foggy brain, winter's delight.

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Where can I lay my weary head? A parchment solitude, a pinewood frame, a citrine dream.

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I dream of breathing out into crisp air again - of orange scarves, of lukewarm mugs, of my heart not feeling like a crackling leaf under someone's feet. Cinnamon girl, auburn haired forest, I hope your coffee doesn't taste of regret.