MINERAL --> "FOR IVADELL" / / HAPPY BIRTHDAY 1.29.1919

it might be warm outside
tomorrow the rain may be gray enough to stomp flowers into mud, again
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once you drove to the hardware store and i helped you load gray bricks into the trunk of your lavender car and the sun was gray and the sky was lavender because i was small

valentin silvestrov | memory, loss, veiled feelings that sing to themselves in the dark

or a shroud overneath the entire world, it has to be a sphere and this covering, it's a drapery:: his 'postludium,' a symphonic poem for piano and orchestra, haunts me like the ghost of a dream of a memory of a broken heart that bleeds tears everywhere into a puddle the shape of a dead hummingbird