And I Can't Sleep, But I Can Dream Of Us

And I can't sleep, but I can dream of us

—EDEN, Gravity.

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I'm breathing, but I think my heart is broken

숨은 쉬는데 심장은 고장이 난 것 같은데

—Agust D, '28' ft. NiiHWA

Mary Ruefle, from Trances of the Blast; “Abdication”

Autumn

the soft pink painted sky

a backdrop

to the viridian mountains

lining the infinite horizon

behind the ochre autumn trees

whose golden leaves fly down

to kiss the solid earth

on which is perched a squirrel

shaped like the pillowy cloud

hiding the orange sun which glows

like your hazel eyes

fixed on mine

as your delicate fingers clasp

my hands gently

stroking my warm skin like

the frigid fingers of the october wind

stroke my hair

blowing around when

you reach out and

tuck the dancing strands

behind my ear and

the silky sound of your laughter

tickles my heart

causing my own to escape

past my lips against which

you press your own

to swallow the sounds

before they get lost in

the soft pink painted sky.

“art probably wouldn’t exist in the way that it does if the world was perfect”

— peyton fulford (via peytonfulford)