Fallen Clouds

it smells like green. it smells like brown. it smells like the purity of earth itself. like the smell of warmth when there is no sun and the smell of liquid when there is no water. it feels like green. it feels like brown. it feels like the softest touch the world can provide. like the touch of your lover who never knew how to let go when the world came crashing down. i want to dig deeper. i do not need the sun or the sky...

Did you hear me holler at you to come save me, I'm in danger My pearls have fallen into mud And you are too late

all you ever wanted was a girl who would play the flute. all you ever got was a girl who plucked stars from the sky. stars that played no instrument, but sang sad melodies of expansive galaxies. stars that dimmed in a room, in a jar, on a shelf, in the eyes of the girl who plucked them. and a flute played a merry tune down the street in a home full of brighter lights and wishes.

you smell like a lost forgotten book that knows it holds the answers to all of my questions and yet hides them in the corners of your lips. you smell like soil turned in on itself, wet from the heaviest rainfall i could ever stand in and dried by the warmth of a sun that makes me sleepier than the moon ever did. you smell like the end of all that i ever was and could be.