I paint the sky with mood
and it becomes a doorway
that I tiptoe through,
wrapping the charcoal
smudges onto my skin
like a smoky kiss,
like a veil,
walking toward a sunbeam
that I curl up in,
just for a moment
until the distant horizon
grows wings and calls out
my name in a tone
I've never heard before.
To learn more - The Current Will Find You - Intro ♡
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