dreams like butterflies

As I move my feet towards your body
I can hear this beat it fills my head up
And gets louder and louder
It fills my head up and gets louder and louder

I run to the river and dive straight in
I pray that the water will drown out the din
But as the water fills my mouth
It couldn't wash the echoes out
But as the water fills my mouth
It couldn't wash the echoes out

I swallow the sound and it swallows me whole
Till there's nothing left inside my soul
As empty as that beating drum
But the sound has just begun

drumming song, florence + the machine

facing the sun

Inside of me there is a harmonica man who wears a bowler hat and is not afraid of the dark. My bones are friends with this man.
One day my bones wanted to go to the park, but the harmonica man was too busy; He wailed that he had his hands full with his harmonica and that he was not afraid of the dark.
My bones showed him the last 2 fortune cookie scrolls they had read after New York
meals with large doses of MSG.
With understanding and embarrassment the harmonica man relaxed his face and apologized after mumbling blue. He sometimes felt like the credits at the end of movies in those theater houses—
completely surrounded by black
and falling.
My bones thanked him for his sudden sunny demeanor and told him that this feeling was ok. His crows feet flocked to another telephone pole, for a moment, while he lowered his harmonica from his lips and said in words, “Bones, my friend, you are like flowers.”
Then he played the sounds of soil and roots
while my bones turned their head to the sun.

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summer finds

enjoy the sun. soak up the vitamin D!

can someone please tell me what is better than summer?

thank you

there are few things i love more than buying film, cell phone photography and beautiful sky.
thank you new york.

hope everyone has a happy fourth of july!