i feel vacation looming on the wind. it has a smokey drawl. i see it move in the grey and the green and i can hear it in the yappy fray of car sounds. i feel the sea that comes with the sun. i want to wake up in the house and see cat sit in front of the glass doors waiting for someone in the quiet to wake up and open them wide. i want to switch on the coffeemaker with an alert 'chook' sound and smell it all waft through the half light. i want to sit at the table and have my feet in socks and watch the ocean in the distance and measure the colour of the sky to the colour of the water and guess the weather for the day. it is the mist i love. it is the fog i watch as it watches me, right here, right now. it is the sun i love. it is the sun i watch as it watches me, right here, right now. it is the sky that lifts me up and carries me into the blue. it is my eye that sees it. it is my blood that feels the heat. it is my blood that feels the mist. it is life that loves me and i can feel every single thing breathe around me...
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parallaxis
Poetryparallax /ˈpærəˌlæks/ noun 1. an apparent change in the position of an object resulting from a change in position of the observer 2. an appar...
