Caricamento in corso...

Flowers and nostalgia

I’m laying with my back to the ocean, the sound of its voice beating against my eardrums. The air around me is soft against my fingertips, as the wind is running slowly down my spine, euphoric inside my veins. I’ve run as far as my feet would travel, I’ve run so far from home, searching for the moon inside of every night sky. But it seems that you are the sun, and you have gone away. This annihilation is burning inside my chest, it’s burning every last bit of you that I had swallowed. So tonight I will lay on top of a foreign rooftop, and drown myself with the last of our memories, as the rain falls and coats the stars in nostalgia. With the taste of the sea beneath my tongue and wildflowers sleeping in my hair, I’ll take your shadow and bury it away between the ripped pages of an old book. And in my dreams I will run beside your shadow, and together we will slowly wilt like flowers. I will hold hands with the stars as they float on above us, maybe then you’ll be able to see me, while I sleep so far away.

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