Ivy Grimfox

BOLD what applies to your muse

SIGHT.

small towns | big cities | six thirty curfews | lights that take the place of stars | blanket nests | light through the blinds as a wake up call | found family | finding a single star in the middle of New York city | window shopping | watching something terrible and enjoying it | growing numb to the sight of injustice | wilted flowers | faded caricatures | bright, bold colors

HEARING.

crickets and lightning bugs | car engines and a/c units | a phone call to mom / dad |laughing with friends | jokes that are so bad you have to laugh | the clicking of computer keys | noise canceling headphones | the sound of silence | muffled music from another room | drumming fingertips on a table | clicking of pens | listening to a clock and swearing the ticks get slower | ringing in the ears | the voice of someone you love | pitch shifted songs

TOUCH.

being held close during a long night | fleeting reassurances | holding hands when you’re scared | brushing fingers through strands of hair | freshly dried clothes | bruises on your knuckles | silk and satin | your favorite pet’s fur or feather | wringing your hands anxiously | snuggles | comforters in the dead of winter | nails against skin | cold metal | leather in summer

TASTE.

coffee in the morning | tea in the evening | bubblegum that lost its flavor | alcohol burning the back of your throat | homemade cooking no matter what’s made | blood in your mouth | stale air | mint | fresh vegetables | that processed taste of citrus candy | the first meal you cook by yourself that tastes good | foreign sweets | fast food | bittersweet | sour |spicy | sweet | bitter | too much salt on fries

SMELL.

morning glories and honeysuckles | pine | freshly cut grass | dirt | hot chocolate in the middle of winter | nail polish | acetone | hospital rooms | smoke | hair spray | your favorite shampoo /conditioner | the scent of home | perfume | cologne | mint | something burning | wet dogs | copper | metal | unemptied ash trays | something familiar yet different | camp fires | damp caves