Just something I wrote while listening to golden brown.
I wish to carve passion into my words; weave it together like the strings of a thick rope. Words so beautiful they have a color, movement, like the sun in golden hour. Like staring into the eyes of a loved one, or taking in a moment deeply because you know that it’ll be over one day. Like waves washing over the shore, that sort of movement. To create tears not of sadness, but of beauty and passion. A drifting, pulsing, lingering, yearning beauty. That’s how I wish to write.
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