shake the mountains with a whisper
and you, you speak
and I fall at your feet
and you are so beautiful
and I am so in love with you
you, you lead
and I will follow close behind"
- Lifehouse "You Can Shake the Mountains"


Imaginary WingsShe stretched, tipped toes out. Her hands spun around the yard, a rhythmic windmill. She felt herself falling before she hit the ground. She imagined the stars were with her, that the ground was space and her body a world away. Her head swam, her eyes danced, her smile laughed.Imaginary Wings
Her dress moved; it swirled to catch the grass flying by. Her feet leapt into the open air, dreams of cloud hopping overwhelming them. She felt herself collapsing before the ground caught her. She imagined the earth was hugging her, that the reeds were arms pressing her down into their heart
Edge of Fall

A Chink in the ArmorShe's gripping the edges of walls like porcelain china.A Chink in the Armor
She's half-way down with no way up, trying so hard to climb over the glass.
Her hands are chipping, shedding; dripping history in blood.
Her mouth is silence, all sown shut vengeance and laced away pain.
She's tapping out an SOS, but the message echoes back memories and falls useless to her stocking feet.
Her tears are black tar, all caked on oppression and fired up emotion.
There's a crack in the wall, but she can't see it cause she's blind to her own heart.
She just keeps tapping, tapping, tappi


Splash of Metropolitan Grey...I turn my head to the side, the world burns in greens and blues... flames of gold flying through scarlet fog. I twist my head around, the world collapses under the weight of air... a feather stretches out over the rubble of the earth. I tilt my eyes up, the ground floats above me, tender... I sit on the sky, a mirror of reality in the midst of chaos. I stretch my arms down, they dangle like vines from old trees, growing... I feel light and airy; I am the pulse of the world, the building strength. My mind slowly closes, eyelids set like the sun over the flipped horizSplash of Metropolitan Grey...
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"I can barely conceive of a type of beauty in which there is no Melancholy."
[Charles Baudelaire]
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How can I sleep without your breathing?
How can I dream without your touch?
How can I hope without your smile?
How can I be me without you?
with Bowie and Twiggy
Much appreciated!
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How can I sleep without your breathing?
How can I dream without your touch?
How can I hope without your smile?
How can I be me without you?
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