Frigidity wounded the tender palms,
numbness nestled in beards,
crystals of snow hung from her earrings;
all now photographs that have creased.

The souls stare into the windows once mistaken for walls,
recalling their shadows chained to the stagnant snow,
but the seasons are meant to spiral,
and amidst the mosses osculated by winters,
there bloomed petals adorned by renewal.

Some cling tight to the yarn,
afraid of pointed crystals shredding the weave,
while some recall the cold, garbed in a tender sweater —
the tender sweater spun by bleeding hands,
pricked by needles and lost amongst the threads.

Once one with the pine tree,
trembling in a blizzard,
they now converse of and with past,
clad in fabrics of rejuvenation.

You told me
my sweater was ugly
but it's you
who's ugly
on the inside.

Haven with eyes closed.

If it was.
Washing dirt.
***** socks.
Tea.
Missing fish.
Say it without.
Pebbles, massacre.
******.
Because I...uh.
Stringy hair.
Forgettable.
Rocking back and forth.
Back and forth.
Dramatic but it fits.

Garrett Johnson.

𝙸𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚛𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎,
𝙰 𝚋𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚒𝚐; 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚗 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚎.
𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛, 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚗,
𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚗.

𝙸 𝚏𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛,
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚘𝚡, 𝚒𝚗 𝚒𝚝, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛.
𝙾𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎, 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚢.
𝙳𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚜𝚝.

𝙸 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗,
𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚗.
𝙵𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚝𝚑,
𝙵𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚛,
𝙵𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛.

𝙰 𝚃𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎,
𝚁𝚎𝚏𝚕𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚎.
𝙼𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚗,
𝚁𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚠𝚘𝚘𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚜.

𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚠𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚔𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍
𝙸 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎!

in a sense we're just a present tense expulsion
Refuting the rhythms, playing escapism
     Thr'out's weaving flawless textures
       Mapping exact, luminous essence of gold

Purity reign,
                        process.
                         ­           symbol.
                                              ­inferred.

--So it's like, no matter whom or what, we happen upon is a reference and different aspect of yrself, having its own experience. Trying to figure out certain levels of understanding, depending on their function of balance.

                  That's a mighty sweater
                    to be displaying on that pop-up ad.
              And it's a ****** shame, somethings
                      even have to be mentioned