Imagination is Creation
SMILE.
SMILE.
a flock of turquoise birds
with folded paper wings
attached by silver strings
keep me company as i dream,
staring out an open window.
(Source: thedustdancestoo)
People whose veins don’t run with the ink and sweat from unwritten words bursting to come out of their bloodstream fail to comprehend that not all books have the same flavor, that words hold a different spice on the tips of the tongue when spoken and words leave a different dye on the tips of the finger when pinched with loving hands, leaving a trail of powder on the kitchen counter as evidence of existence.
(Source: arsbrevisvitalonga)