I write sometimes and such.

---"Sweet little swing-set, eb' and flow. Push, don't let go. Rung- stirred,tied up to the tips of our roots. Blossoming in the whiter light. In the warmer- right? Sweet little sunset fading to our now. Breathing at us - volatile warmth splashing accrossed our face. So warm- so heavy. Trickling down our skin, such a silence.. Thick breath ..the air is thin. Slow now remind my hands " Don't give in". And my love as the sun will come thundering through endless space and cold. Screaming at the clap ill shatter said silence and sing. Sing to be found. I want you to listen to my every single and each individual sound. My entire being, ringing for you. Just trying to keep my feet on the ground looking up at you. In that moment.. in your sway. I'm glad these rungs are seated with chain. Such a painting is your winged beauty, accepting anything less than the sky." --- ~Rin