The sea salted air blue coloured dream fills the bay just over the field where the cows and calves play. Seagull song and beats of wings pushing gentle against the pastel sky swoop and soar effortlessly with fighter jet skill.The Sun creeps slow from 2am a day begins where night hardly falls getting shorter by the day. We ride the light clear and crisp salted dream time creatures all a oneness sewn up together in a quilted life.

a tambourine shakes and beat beats
a tune from the ethereal rises
bare feet stomp in black earth
and bells around ankles chime
we sing slow at first
then a crescendo breaks
up over the dawn
and we fly,

Every day has an end
Just like how
every life has an end

And every meetings have an end too
Just like how
every smile has a little tears

Every heart has a broken pieces too
Every good day will turn into some nightmares sometimes too
And every heartbreak tore every heart to pieces too

But at least,
every heartbreak has an end too.

Loving me is,
as easy as staying

and yet you couldn't

Maybe it wasn't the drugs, or the red headed devil dancing on your spine that convinced you I was no good.
Maybe it was just my delivery, the way desperation spilled out of my ears, a little too dedicated to understanding, that made me seem less delicate.
I saw it coming, it was just a matter of time until desolation sunk in again and forced my aesthetic to be destruction.
There's a disconnect, sometimes, the sound waves don't hit eardrums quite right.
And sometimes, they're just a little too loud.
It's okay to turn the volume down.
But the music doesn't cease just because it's softer.
And it doesn't any hurt less just because it happens more often.