Nov 17, 2017
He dreamt of ice. ❄ Falling through a deep trough of icy picks, then to discover the matter had melted away into water, pure gushing cold liquid Where the sun eliminates the sky Where we could sleep under the stars The meteor shower, like a burst of star light, combusting into sheets of nothingness, just brightness that could not be had and held; such as love, deceptively giving but never to be had, never to be held. Crystalline solar flares, all surrounding, he was falling, fall, fall, fall Deliquescent, he was as deliquescent as all that was surrounding him ❄ . . . #gallivants #journeyofthewrite #vermont #americatrip #usa #winter #snow #rosetintedthoughts (at Vermont Studio Center)