Mellow thumps the liquid gold, red nectar sealed inside. Houses built on conditioned words, blend truth with every lie. Open mind gives birth to thought which feeds a newborn flame. Whispered heart takes hold and stock, soul breaks flight to give all its truest name. Loose beneath fragile skin drawn around nothing beautiful or new, find changes seeping in as light as bright as grass dripping morning dew.
Sear the neurons open, cut the blindfold off, pry the stale air out them bellows–stardust in every cough. Bridges cross the barricades with axes to the thorns. Never will always find its way to here, while infinity rests and aches and yearns.
Boot to street with compass to the moon, eternity our baleful friend, the journey leads to you so soon.
To Ink - a blog from Melting Neurons 