'Wind in time
Rapes the flower trembling on the vine
Nothing yields to shelter it.'
I crave horchata and books and Winter. I do not want to be here today. I'd like to be under the sea (not in an octopus' garden, if that's what you're thinking..) again. I miss Avalon. I want to be enveloped in those mists once more.
Instead I'll cover myself in jewels older than memory and read about the places I miss, places I have never been.
Rapes the flower trembling on the vine
Nothing yields to shelter it.'
I crave horchata and books and Winter. I do not want to be here today. I'd like to be under the sea (not in an octopus' garden, if that's what you're thinking..) again. I miss Avalon. I want to be enveloped in those mists once more.
Instead I'll cover myself in jewels older than memory and read about the places I miss, places I have never been.
yes..... yes