MOONLIT MASQUERADE , everything seems to come to an end in the night air. the smoke of the burnt pines , too much ASH and not enough SKY , the glowing embers left over from all of the pasts we have burned. these naked nerves of ours / too exposed to the elements / all cold & cruel & a private kind of suffering. we are too young / too old for this. ❛ REALLY ? ❜ eyes pull off of RETURNED HERO to MORNING SKY , SNEAK PEAK , out the cracks in cement and to the pines , to the way the sun reaches out and returns the warmth to your skin. you wonder , for a moment , if you’re looking at the same thing. something too new to know. something that may not even know itself. it settles into your heart like a chill.
gently / you put forth your agenda. HALF - HAZARD / small hand reaches out for weathered skin, something CHILD - LIKE / reversed. old pine creaks under close weight as apprentice leads LEADER , up the stairs , through the gift shop , stopping short of the grass that lines the back porch like the stillest tide.
CHEMICALIZE, PHILOSOPHIZE in this exhaustion. do not let history carve itself into your hearts , hold the hilt of the knife yourself. teach yourself how to dream without the multi - colored darkness , between the years of our old / new pains. meteorites line new paths , with the light of all the constellations , like - now , i will be here to help you. TROUBLE COMES LIKE THIS : your sister / brother looks at you in the dreams and says DO NOT LOOK AT ME WITH THOSE EYES, all yellow and know too much. the devil taps his foot on your doorstep and invites himself in before you’ve opened the door , and there is something like an INCONVENIENCE , HERE , but it’s hard to voice with a heavy tongue. every tap of smooth ivory sends you DEEPER INTO THE WALTZ , dips you into the REALM OF INFINITY , rips you from the dreamscape , from everything you’ve ever held dear - makes you wake up sweaty / screaming , makes you avoid the mirrors. your sister / brother looks at you in the reality , takes your hand. chases you into every new beginning , out of every tragedy that bowtie - wraps each end. it’s a subtle kind of closure , like the sea swallowing the sun each night. peaceful. HERE , GRASSHOPPERS spring from blade to blade , indigo blotches mix with pale lavender along the treeline and it is the FLOWERS , you think , how they strike bold against the EARTH - TONES of the forest. they make the sight what it is. but no - then it is the gentle sway of branches against branches , how autumn calls the leaves back to where they came. but then it is the way the LIGHT CATCHES THE TREETOPS , all ADVENTURE & POSSIBILITY , how it makes you itch for wings. how it makes the ceiling crack , how you resist the urge to run through every path at DUSK , watching as the fireflies light up like the night sky , run past them all and make them METEOR , make them CELESTIAL AGAIN , create shooting stars , right before your eyes. THE FIRST TIME YOU SET FOOT IN GRAVITY FALLS it felt like a shift in what you were , in what you could become. running the pads of your fingertips , the flats of your palms against the bark made you feel IRON - BUILT , GOLDEN - HEARTED. you think you know why , now. because you , alike them , are PINES , through and through. you will weather the storm , spread your knowledge like seeds , support like backbone. you will live FOREVER - through the memories you make with the ones you LOVE, HAVE LOVED , WILL COME HOME , ONE DAY - that you leave behind. the breeze welcomes you back and the pines wave good morning , as they do each and every dawn. dewy grass and mud stained shorts revives the CHILD in you - water balloon fights and echoes into fossilized caves that come back yelling : WHAT A TIME IT IS TO BE ALIVE ! and somewhere , in a more merciful time , it will always be like this , a kind of forever peace. but here , it is something you must FIGHT FOR , and maybe that’s okay too. ❛ – - mabel would say it depends on what picture you take. ❜
