I’ve cracked the sky’s black heart 🖤 Calling forth thundering spring by tailoring in the howling winds. Clawing the Earth with Thor’s strength and drenching the souls with floods from the sea beds. While you sit in anger over your past lovers, I storm through and own the whole damn sky! There’s a reason why they name Hurricanes, Cyclones and Tornado storms after people. A destruction so beautiful, they make art out of it.
Beautiful hues of pink and yellow seeping through your pores, you astonish me with shades of gold. Purple and blue slide from the corner of your eyes, watching you at all the right times. Like a glazed fire; you look grand to the high skies. Even if it’s brief for a few moments of glory, only to fall below the horizon down. So far, you can only fly to it and you are so close, you could fly to it.
Numbers and lines that collide with every step, hopping on one foot I jumped through the loops. I threw out a stone and it landed on a number, is this the day I stop to wander? One day I shall find him who hop scotches in my dreams, and we will be able to talk for hours about my long toes, crooked smile and my obsession with ice creams. I’ll know when to find him because he’ll ask me to come play hopscotch with him, too. 💭
From all the things I’ve held onto in life, your hands have been my favourite. For they are like a map to places inside of me that I don’t know of. A place where your single whisper sends electrodes to my nervous system and makes my heart beat at 180 per minute telling me my cardiovascular fitness still lacks when you run your fingers on my naked skin. So now I wait for you to leave so I can go back to 40 beats a minute. Now I wait…
See the thing with growing up with a strong 💪🏻 woman presence is that you have to learn to be everything a man should’ve been and still be THE woman. A woman like that is an astonishing thing. A mother who cares even when I had nothing, not even for my stomach. She’ll have more love for me than I could ever stomach. She will magically make the pain disappear but she’s also got a side that you’ll never want to hear. A woman you’ll always hold close and dear… Maa!