Your lips bulby like the hip of a flower, luscious and dewy, Your kisses, I ruminate nectar flowing down my throat, Even my poetry is wanton fed by such fantasy, Words, pulling you gently into my world…
“come abandon your reserve…” they whisper, “and share what the mind has conjured…”
this video really showed how creative phil is and has always been. at fourteen he created his own world with its own developed plot and characters, complete with deaths and unexpected twists. his laugh throughout the video was so genuine. you could tell he was humbled by dan’s genuinely impressed comments about his little world. phil’s mind really is beautiful.
Look around. You will find miracles everywhere. The grass grows beneath your feet. Your heart pumps oxygen to you at every second. The sun rises every morning, greeting us as our journey continues. Everything is a miracle, for without them, life would not be possible.