21 May 2012

the city of cinders, the city of rain

the scarlet fields

and our favourite city smells like summer

when the evening covers the sky we'd look at the stars

and count all the cloud animals that float above,
with our fingers reaching for the branches
and the wild youth gets drunk of cheap wine and early summer

"i am the needle, and you the record, and when we touch, the night is music between us"

and i will find you in the wasteland of your mind when the night comes falling from the sky

i love being on the road with you, because then i don't miss anything

another short trip over the country.


Olivia McCaskill said...

Gorgeous poetic post. Love your instagrams. Absolutely gorgeous.

xx Olivia

Siiri said...

thank you so much olivia, your words mean a lot! <3