I walk to the borders on my own
And fall in the water, just like a stone
Chilled to the marrow in them bones
Why do I go here all alone?
Oh my God, I see
How everything is torn in the river deep
And I don't know why I go the way
Down by the riverside
(Edit: got to love when tumblr doesnt work w/links and stuff sdhjfsjd)
An inspirational song for Dream/Nightmare fans? There is also just the instrumental version and its perfect for listening to when drawing
If My Body Could Speak; “Concerns from a hot-boxed jeep”, Blythe Baird//Maureen Paley//First Love/Late Spring, Mitski//ljeoma umebinyuo//It's happening again, Agnes Obel//Ashes to ashes, Hand-cut collages by øjeRum//Journey to the Interior, Margaret Atwood//Hold the girl, Rina Sawayama//Hart Crane, from “My Grandmother’s Love Letters”, The Collected Poems of Hart Crane//Gaston Bussière
I took a day or two
To exile from the light
To unfold that prisoner they call a mind
And for a brief moment
We could stop the time
But with the stars and the moon
I woke up in the night, in the same place, no
It's sailing before my eyes
It's happening, it's happening, it's happening