"Summer comes with sunburn and winter brings
frostbite so I guess we’re only truly safe during
the in-between seasons. Always heavy with rain
soaked skin, mouth spilling like a waterfall. Our
hearts racing like hummingbird wings. Pollen
laced fingertips, dragging it through each others
hair. This humid air, keeping the sheets stuck to
us. Every wish on ladybugs, every mouthful of
dandelion fluff. Stuffed to the brim with sunflower
seeds. We come to life in the spring, roots twisted
and melded together. The willow trees strain their
limbs to hear our starry-eyed dreams. In autumn,
we clatter and crunch, dead leaves on porcelain
tile. Quiet, suburban nights on dead end streets.
Our mouths come away bruised by the rose petals,
the shade of tart berries. The sunset dips below
the horizon, spilled honey on blacktop. We are
safe, we are whole, buried in our golden haven." ▼
FROSTBITTEN KIDS,
angelea l. (via
wildfairy)
(via wandurlusting)
