like parachutes and air balloons.

entwined
all that we are is defined
by each others shipwrecked hearts
and i shiver to think
what would have been if i wouldnt have seen you in time..
would we pass by??

like parachutes and air balloons
or satellites and lonely moons
we'd still be drifting far apart
but thank the stars we are
entwined..

all that you are is mine
your divine imperfections color the dark
and i shiver to seehow fragile you are when the world's such a cruel place to be..
then you cut me free...

let's walk the tightrope together
without a safety net..
and when we fall
and we will fall
let's fall forever..
entwined

*lyrics by jason reeves
*image by lina scheynius

lucid dreams.

To each other, they felt like lucid dreams. Him, with his spools of hair and she with her chopped locks and splintered eyelashes.
He picked out details from his mouth of pocketed stories, planting them as bouquets before her. She painted him unicorns and cupcakes, and other days, sketched her fragmented ideas on his newspaper.

She strung christmas lights about their grey abyss of a flat. They turned their rooms into seasons: autumn, spring, fall and summer spotted with coats of paint. They had picnics on the roof of their complex and she wrote their memoirs on the ceiling.
In her loose handwriting, she scrawled:

They had met on a pirate ship, walking the plank together without fear, as conquistadors of the horizon before them. They had found each other in pockets of posies, behind the roots of trees and in the sutures of their lips. They had discovered the other in the flourish of greens behind their fields of history one boundless day.

They grew into the last page of stories, unraveled each other's knots of tension until they were dissolved into sugar-water. She was full with her paint-speckled hands and his golden fingertips. They laid on their pile of blankets of a bed and whispered, "Let's be Bonnie and Clyde, okay? Only, we'll make it in the end."And so it was. They were scoundrels and parallels together.
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Walk along here,
feel you move somewhere in front of me
I can't place you with these eyes for the doubt
I can't see

How could someone so beautiful
Feel something for me?
Hold me and love me and touch me again
And show me why I believe

That the first time I see your face
Everything else around me will fade to the background
And I'll be struck, full, by the truth in your gaze
As you work an indelible change in me

All I have and all I am and all I think and do
Can find its purpose and meaning and life only in you
- Indelible, Brooke Fraser.
*image by me