Nothing Gold Can Stay

We made love burst from this atmosphere like a spaceship
we landed on the purest part of the moon.
we felt like Gods in space, inhaling full nebula’s
exhaling brand new universes.
we made a home where everyone was happy
hate was as abundant as oxygen
we lived on the richness of gravity-esque love
we stood from a far, and prayed for the earth
to stop dying.
we lost touch so you could finally breathe again.
when we finally become conscious of our pain
it is sometimes too late.
so instead we partied
threw our fists up to the stars
got drunk on sunshine
and danced on the dark side.
Finally, we found a place
to love ourselves
even if its a million miles
away from home.

(Source: unordinary-mind)

I wish you could see the view from here. You are breathtaking. You are all bold voice and mistaken intention, you are heart-wrenching, baby, you are a goddamn dreamboat.
Don’t you think I wish I could tell you to kick back and relax until I get your shit together, to show you this coin from when you finally figure out what you are worth?
Don’t you think I wish I could just hurl you where you need to go, or swoop down and knit you a nest of newborn rules and neckties or disguise you as the future until your presence blends in.
Don’t you think I wish I could tell you that I am coming for you?
One day I will deposit you in a field of women with a wisdom as ancient as constellations,
They will teach you to two-step with the world you thought you had to tackle,
They might unshackle your spirit
They might ask you just what exactly it is you plan to do with this one trifling and everything life.
I wish I could pack parachutes in your pockets, guarantee a soft landing
Towards the ground
From where I’m standing
It’s going to be spectacular.

—-Alix Olson

I think we all speak a different kind of language
 than each other, but you sound a whole lot like coffee on a
 Sunday morning and the rain is falling bitter against the windowpane
 and your elbows are making holes in the countertops, and
 I only want to tell you that I wish I was as close as the threads of your
 t-shirt, and if I can’t be that, then I’ll be content with
 drinking my drink beside you, with the rain sloppy open mouth kissing
 the roof, trying to dismantle the etymology of a conversation
 that falls out of the realm of words.
 

- Shinji Moon