When everything churns and sinks in reverse and the moon pulls back its tides with taut strings, the waves of the ocean crash and disperse in the tumult of my imaginings. But oh, let the continents shift and quake, and let the sun’s final rays brush the shore; his promising light is what my…
I steal the silence. The air is crisp tonight, and my chest hums with a certain happiness, a broken quiet. My lungs are feathers molting noiselessly between breaths; in, out. Slowly, I bury my toes into the soil and I feel them thrum below the earth. The roots of the trees spread signals across my feet; primitive…
if you pluck a rainbow from the sky and tie it in a bow, offer it as a present to a clouded heart. soon, the weather channel will broadcast the weatherman’s forecast as a pair of sunshine smiles. Written by Hannah Butcher ©2BorNot2B. All rights reserved.
