Let the crescent cookie rise. These carob colored almond eyes Will rest to see my cashewed princess in the swirling marble sky. Will rest upon the knee, where all the visions cease to be A root beer float in our banana boat across the tapioca sea.
i wish i could control my dreams better. i dont like to fix things in my dreams and then wake up and have everything be broken again.
or maybe thats just what we’re meant to do. when things are beyond the point of being fixable, our mind teaches us that it doesn’t actually matter whether it is fixed or not. this is how your life actually turned out, as it could have taken a turn in any direction. what actually matters is the acceptance that what has happened, happened and what will happen, will happen. i only do myself damage by wanting to change the past or the future. lifes more interesting when it doesnt follow pre-made plans(wishes) anyways.