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concept: you wake up to the sound of the patter of rain on your roof, coaxing you into awareness. the world outside is blanketed in the morning fog, distorting your vision with a milky haze. the air tastes like questions in flavors you cannot put names to.
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concept: 5 am. you are eating blueberry pancakes with five fascinating friends. they think you are fascinating too.
the smell of roots speaking
we woke up one morning to nature's rejection vines | leaves | branches grown faster than ever before
do you remember the way to the grocer's? the road is gone save a whisper, perhaps a dent in the brush
do you remember the golf course? a forest now-- trees grown so thick so tall it casts the sky green
look at the bones the ocean's regurgitation of our sins: the oil, the plastic, the bodies of those we tried to hide
look at the vines the farm overrun by flora pulling apart the bars letting the fauna run free
we woke up one morning to the quiet of the jungle birds | beetles | bushes the voice of nature the quiet of man
------------------------- A rough poem inspired by this post by @conceptualsolitude:
concept: we wake up one day and nature has grown decades overnight. we can’t remember where the roads used to be. in some places the trees are so tall and thick we can barely see sky. the grass hasn’t been mowed in years. how quiet everything is now
insp. by all those playlist posts floating around; have a few more
rain off the roof of an abandoned cathedral; nature is slowly reclaiming every pew & altar
driving a winding single lane road at one a.m., your headlights reflect off deer eyes in the dark
your robot lover picked you flowers yesterday
there are trees growing on the moon, swaying in the solar wind
you climbed out the window to get closer to the stars; you discover they taste like cherries
the raven cycle + conceptualsolitude’s posts (some well-deserved softness for these angsty kids ⋆:･ﾟ✧)
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The one moment I’m constantly dreaming of is wandering around the forest, holding hands with my best friend, eternizing magic of the world into film in our analogue cameras, breathing in the smell of warm glimmers looking through the leaves, loosing yourselves among the trees and telling eerie stories on the way back to home.
concept: the fifth door you open leads into a large meadow filled with sunflowers. paul cezanne is also here, busy painting a picture of a picnic. he stops briefly to wave a greeting. you wave back. none of this seems particularly unusual to you.
concept: you are eating buttered cinnamon toast while sitting on a towel at the beach. ocean waves lap at the shore in a calming rhythm. the night sky is a starry canopy above your head. in the distance, someone is playing the lute. you have no place to be tomorrow and can simply relax.
