the dust dances too

goodbye, goodnight.

tonight

i slip into a bed

of flowers,

or rather

a hole i dug

beneath their veins,

beneath the stars

i close my eyes.

(Source: thedustdancestoo)

 
“goodbye, nyc. goodnight”
.
.
leaving new york city is claustrophobic;
stuck in a crowd of lights
or rivers of sleepy stars,
(i’m unsure which)
we’re half awake, trapped;
we’re the Hudson
in constant departure, 
we’re bears in bow ties,
giving haircuts behind glass—
don’t you wish we were birds instead?
breathing in clouds
and touching skyscrapers?
maybe then we could find our way back,
maybe,
we just might.
goodbye, new york city,
goodnight.
.
.
(poem by: the dust dances too
instagram by: the clothes horse)

goodbye.

you’re a cigarette

on my lips,

dissipating.

ash,

falling away.

(Source: thedustdancestoo)

an ordinary second passed.

this was the end

of some beginning

that never began;

but i guess endings

are just preambles

to new beginnings—

it’s confusing, i know,

like life. so i let an ordinary

second pass, and hang

there, suspended

in the exhale of a breath;

and just like that,

i was free of you.

(Source: thedustdancestoo)

a brief conversation.

i caught your glance between drops of rain. your eyes reminded me of oceans. but they spoke in silence, like a star.

YOUR EYES: Hello.

i blinked twice, nervously, and then responded.

MY EYES: Hi.

i looked away repressing my smile. you bit your lip softly, as we passed on the sidewalk.

YOUR EYES: Goodbye.

in that last half second, i tried to memorize everything about them. the color, the warmth, the way they raged with intensity, yet sparkled with a touch of mischief. and then, with a blink, you were gone. and i kept walking ahead, without an umbrella, getting soaked.

i glanced back after you, and shouted—

MY EYES: Goodbye!

—But you never heard me. Your back was turned.

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