Sitting on your balcony in the city, drinking a cup of coffee with half a packet of hot cocoa poured into it. You slowly sip it and the weather is just a little chilly, so that in your long T-shirt, the coffee warms you up to the perfect temperature. You're watching the sun rise. The whole city is liquid gold and stark shadows. The streetlights haven't cut out yet. The people and cars that are out and about at this hour are slow and sleepy, and so are you. Your obligations are a long way off.
OMG this is so beautiful
city, rain yearning
i hope you enjoy! xx
endless fields of empty,
emerald and fern,
isolated and silent,
drenched in voices,
screams and shouts,
ghosts from unknown,
never heard or listened to,
yearning for chaos,
the bustling city,
or rhythmic rain,
on window sills,
to drown their sorrow out
@gs__bs
Omg dude I just saw that if you look at the Wikipedia page for Beverly Hills High school ur listed in the notable alumni section
this made my day.
for the poetry thing- gardens, alien, ocean
i hope you like it! xx
crowded,
claustrophobic,
each soul too close to mine,
fingers grasping,
scratching for access,
juxtaposing with dreams of silence,
the vast midnight ocean,
playing copy cat with the velvet sky,
ethereal gardens,
made chatty with the flowers,
tulips and roses and daffodils,
or the emptiness of space,
infinite nebulas and milky ways,
where it’s normal to feel alien