wierdly lollipopping

I figured as much. When the concert opened I fell forwards into it can you see? Love is a constant melody unfolding rolling pendulum. I feel weightless and kindred, forgotten like dreams swiftly departing. Covering my eyes, making gestures, I form two chambers in which I am placed; the deep night, and of course the lemon bright daylight. We would fold forever in this sequence like two colors, I lean against you expectantly, waiting for a quiet enough pause...feeling my way forwards. I know you already ! Think of it, pause. I feel better when the colors are colliding, liquid flows into another vacancy left behind by previous liquid. I am going to submerge myself in warm enough waters to remember the day I was held within a mother's womb. One day I am going to leave this place, I know. I hope there I find something comfortable enough to remind me of her warmth. Exactly what I need, perfectly encircling wordblossoms falling in spaces connected through obscurity. I weirdly stumble, and recover. Things fall in and out of place. Masks are lifted and replaced. A flying demon explains everything. Shoulders back, wings tucked away, I form a bond with only the unknown, anxious and alone. I become a nest and tell my song to the wind. We are children, know this, we are only children.