Flesh and fleece, fur and feather,
Grass and greenworld all together;
Star-eyed strawberry-breasted
Throstle above her nested
Cluster of bugle blue eggs thin
Forms and warms the life within;
And bird and blossom swell
In sod or sheath or shell.
Home
When I wake up in the morning I never want to greet the day, I just want to crawl back in my shitty dorm bed and squeeze myself tight enough that everything will disappear and I will wake up in my bed at home. I will look out the window and instead of seeing grass and brick I will see the black pavement of my neighborhood lined by adobe houses. I long to be baked in the desert oven, between tierra calida and the dusty sun. However I’m not there, I’m here surrounded by the lonely trees, branches outstretched, far beyond each others reach. loneliness
When I start talking about my obsessions:
My parents:
People at school:
My friends:
People on tumblr:
MY LIFE.
