Skyscrapers graze the shore furnituring great melancholy upon winged eyes. Unpatrolled whims colour vellum creamed papers of your resentment to life.
Poems on top of tragedies can be your only trace of survival in a dissolute state of mind. Cooped scpoos of sadness inspire faltering visions of a world you partake only in your head.
Laced hats and crispy dresses covers your beasty desires for reckless adventures.
A world to rule on your feet your shoulders only carry stacks of ideas spilling out of your grasp. Lacing hearts with your fingers, life handed you an escape route from it's own duties.
Ink paves your illustrations, letters voice your landscapes, pages store your destinations, books coordinate your soul into their portal of capsuled freedom. Here you are,
You are fluidly you.