the dust dances too

my brother. (we swallow the sun)

we roar,

in the night,

in our dreams,

with pens,

and parched throats

we scream

hoping to awake

the sun.

we used to reach

for dandelions,

for plastic moons

on mobiles,

we did,

when we were young,

but now we’ve grown,

now we’re brave

brave enough

to reach for stars,

and everything,

everything,

everything beyond.

.

.

.

dedicated to:

my brother (weswallowthesun)

i love you, i’m proud of you. for the man

you’ve become, and for the beauty that

pours from your heart.

happy birthday.

(Source: thedustdancestoo)

Posted 5 months ago with 92 notes
Tags: poetry  spilled ink  words  my brother  we swallow the sun  
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