The Universe

A place made of solar systems, stars, and planets.

To me,

Is just a fading reality.

A dream someone dreamed last night.

A dying star of happiness that is my heart.

A town of my dreams,

By the sea,

The pencil soars across the black page

painting imagination, uniqueness

illuminating places concealed in the corner of your mind

bringing eccentric beasts into the fabric of reality

blustering winds rush over once serene, quiet glades

what inspires you?

I like the phrasing of “musings” as opposed to “inspirations” because I feel that it gives me a bit more room for artistic license as

most pristine nuisance

gorgeous agony

straddling the retired cannon

thumping your

lace tied

ankles

against it, silent pinching of my waist

your limbs of every bit

are a pressure on the body.