i. i grasp a branch, protruding from a sturdy trunk like a flower emerging from a root. another, another, wandering fingers, a curious child’s, reaching for branch after branch on a ladder of trembling tree arms leading me into the white clouds, into heaven. into a marina on the horizon, boats docked to fragments of blue sky.
ii. still a guileless child, i stare through the eyes of a god, clear with innocence, from the top of an evergreen tree. staring at my aunt’s lion mane of tightly curled red hair pulled about by the wind, at my great uncle’s feather-soft gray hair and lab coat white like an angel’s.
iii. daughter of gods and deities, hearing the sky song and tumbling down, letting rain splinter my face like pieces of firmament eager to freckle my cheeks. child of the sky and sea and blooming things in between, scraping smooth hands against the rough tree trunk, sliding down into the terra firma and letting it swallow me.
an excerpt from a book i’ll never write #321 // youth
What’s up everybody? I decided to give y'all a some more Weeknd/Polaroid-style album covers. These have been very successful for my blog and I gotta thank everyone who has been liking, reblogging, commenting, everything. It is greatly appreciated. Enjoy!