white yeezys

pls bask down upon my skin at 77 at 88

just let me remember   what it was to be me

girls. music. life. fun.

i was in love with the two hours everyday    i had found in a place    we both knew we had to leave    i am still in love with those hours    shuffle as i walk    two sizes too big white bali yeezys    half real half fake    worn down to greyness & half a sole    shuffling along warm concrete    u make me feel lazy & washed out    my favourite perfect pace    chakra snoozes as i leave for the sunset light    down cyprus then acacia    everyday its the same     my silver rings     my stars & jb    clutching my smashed iphone with corded headphones draped down at the wrist     white silk shorts & my white angel wing T     2000 emblazoned & faded at the front     barely ever underwear    barely ever a key either     he’s home waiting for me    i just walk & dream walk & dream    white houses on white stilts with fairy lights & trampolines     manicured gardens & an abundance of outdoor lounges with flecks of a golden afternoon    its all winding leafy avenues & an occasional four wheel drive     we cross across the stream that flows through it all to the basketball court with a blanket of moss    a teen boy shooting hoops by himself with the excessive aimlessness that only a set out aim can inspire     towering over grown bamboo falling as the backdrop to us both     dream of the future & the past    break to film the water flowing down as the sun falls too    or to write in notes some thought for later    or to watch the scenes play out on the stadium light flooded stage    things are always still here the only movement apart from tiny grass flies & evening misty rain are the sports stars that return night after night     teen girl runners with perfect long ponytails swishing by in nike 2xus     middle aged walkers with a labrador or a friend on the phone to keep up with an apple watch cardio pace   & of course     the boys playing whichever season of sport under the iridescent glow     soft cool & quiet apart from the panting & screams    its a particular kind of gift that places like u gift    i felt so free & u let my thoughts change     become softer    paradise type of mind    so firmly planted that now i can take u everywhere with me    but its birthplace was here    i had dreamt a lot before but without a landscape to dream     so it was perfect to me    it was everything to me    queens land is a dream land     i forget that sometimes but i felt it on family holidays at 6 & 9 & i feel it now    22    22     every girl is an angel of the walk she does everyday    passing by & gazing at every detail shes seen a million times before with a halo of flyaways crowning her head    listening to every thing the world has to say in that moment     making anywhere more beautiful in memory day by day     i knew every turn every street every angle & so i felt like i was the angel of a place i knew i would never belong to     don’t get me wrong    i did want it to be more glamorous     to fall in love with somewhere far away from here    & i still do    but this became my vision of beauty for a while    a year or so    & sometimes u just are where u are & thats where u are supposed to be    it feels so recent but i miss it all sm    i dont like when u know that something u love is only getting further & further away    but i cant go back now only forward in honour of what u gave    it really was love tho & i think of u everyday    the place that gifted this gradual gift    the now unwavering belief    in something beautiful to give    something beautiful to say