Magnus Grace

They come out of nowhere,

people rising up from the ashes,

no coordination, no plan in place,

just people who, at the same time, spread all over,

I love this feeling.

The wind on my face,

The fire under my skin

Doused by the rain.

The ominous clouds overhead.

My natural state it what the storm is,

Right now.

It's just how I've always been.

To you

you who lives among our rainbow hills--

green one moment

orange the next

and always blue in the distance--

you who lives along a river

you who lives looking into sunsets

you and you

Golden.

Glistening in the sunlight.

The smooth, metallic surface felt too fine to touch.

Like a perfectly formed apple, round and shiny

As small as a dollar coin.

Though it weighed much more than you’d think

Music is great

But being compared to your best friend isn’t

Music is great