LKCD - ART>WRITING
when we hold our hands and we spin in a circle, our own orbit, our own gravity.
And for a split second, we live forever
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sometimes its department stores that
don’t exist anymore, but the parking lot
has the same pothole. empty grass fields
now towering with houses who‘s
inhabitants you have never seen, but the
forest behind still remains. a few beige
threads hang from a tree and red rope is
spun around in a circle. I walk past every day
but I can‘t go back.
Its fenced off.
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City scooter lying on its side like a small deer.
Under a tree under a streetlight.
Won‘t someone put it out of its misery?
Sun
I should have known back then.
I should have known when I was in the back of the car with you
and when the light hit my face just right.
Landscapes, trees and flowers I saw that day
still decorate the corners of my dreams.
I should have smelt it in the moist summer air,
seen it in the bright red sun
and heard it in songs that are linked to you for eternity,
that things would never ever be the same.
Gravity
when we hold our hands and we spin in a circle,
our own orbit, our own gravity.
And for a split second,
we live forever
SUNNY
How far can you crank the dial on heat, when blood and tears boil
when its so hot the sun is paper white.
people seemt to forget that. Or ignore it.
that the sun isn't orange or yellow.
shes every color. Exchange your wavelength glasses and take a look
at the dangerously close star.
A star! A star so close and bright she'll burn you
Kisses of love as blisters on your skin
and you're so shy about it you're red all over.
RAINY
It always sounds different.
Maybe rain is an ASmr video on Youtube to you
You can only hear it through the tinny phone speakers
or pleasantly against the window
A cruel new years joke,
leaving us sopping wet