~a thousand flames~ It's funny how we see things differently When we're slowly turning corners. I've never thought twice about The way the sun looks to me through glasses, until this afternoon. It's like that moment when you're small and you're looking out your window; when suddenly you realize you know exactly where you are. To a child, there's something reassuring about a reassurance so familiar. Driving in slow motion I think a lot more freely. Music always sounds better When i'm locked inside these walls. Wind flows off my fingers In rainbow trails and waves. And the hurricane inside of me Really gets me to start thinking... What if the whole entire sun really sat inside its' flower? A thousand flames trapped upon and within a thousand petals. Would it be too hot too touch, Or just warm enough to handle? --- I'm feeling rusty, i haven't written anything in so long, that and i'm so tired i'm delirious...that entire thing probably sounds like shit. yeah, lines 3-4-5 are a rough flow....but those were the first lines that popped in my head that got me started on this. It sounds better just as one whole sentance, not broken up like i did... "I never thought twice about the way the sun looks through sunglasses, until this afternoon" see sounds better there. ah well...carry on kids.
