#oddlifescribbling

Chandelier memories And crystal goblet daydreams I wonder how I wander Looking for a place I have never known And I can't touch the hazy horizon That dreamy sunlit maze As golden rays go on for days I can't do what it takes When chandeliers come crashing down And my heart of Quartz just breaks Ticking clocks, stopwatch talks And Ruby tears to dust No I do not Know Such stillness sings on diamond rings And I can't touch the misty morning That painful moonlit story As silver beams light up my dreams I can't do what it takes When copper clocks can't help but stop And my heart of Quartz just breaks When I'm left with pieces And dust is left to dust I play a round and look around I'm so much more that what I've known And I'll reach for the studded stars That iron will go far I'll forge my dreams in memories I will do what it takes When broken cries light up the sky When my heart of Quartz just breaks

maybe. how do you get screenshots from the switch to other devices?

This is a story much alike to many others. It is like stories where the celestial bodies are fruit, reality was sung into place, and the world lies on the backs of four elephants and a turtle. It is like stories where a mother's love can vanish evil, where hearth and family can burn away corruption. Where spirits are bound in chalk circles, fairies help scribe a field guide, young boys ride dragons, and young girls slay evil with a mighty sword. It is a story where the impossible is real, among the many worlds beyond the veil of possibility. It is a story about magic, like many but perhaps unlike any other. It is your story. Turn the page and find out what happens next.

Soft shadows drop tears upon dry soil tonight You cry so they cry and hold on The moon hopes that you'll all be alright And the stars will sing you a song

Bars on windows Bars on doors A bar on my phone asking to charge one more A bar in my pocket A bar down the street A bar to interpret laws that some must meet

Music is the silence between notes The dark between the stars The space between hello and goodbye

I am full of kindness Capricious folly tucked in shadowed corners Some sadness in the middle A magenta splash of void I had never cleaned A few joys stacked neatly for reference An old oaken trunk of jumbled memories Fine vintages of love (until I have company over) A couple monsters in the closet An old dartboard with a faded face I am not a minimalist You might even call me a hoarder There so many things I love to collect Many most terrific treasures I guess you could say I'm full of myself

The sunshine is too bright, too loud I would rather sit in the shade By twinkling waters and starry skies From which gossamer dreams are made