SmokeDreams

A girl with violent scarlet smoke dreams.

Sometimes open hair, sometimes messy buns, sometimes swords, sometimes fields with tender grasses, sometimes sparkles, sometimes lines forgotten, sometimes black and white, sometimes lost is grey - maybe it's me, or around me, or maybe it's in me, and throughout me, maybe it's hidden but never lost or maybe it's there but never found the cost.

Everything goes around and comes down like fallen leaves, like fallen twigs, like fallen feathers and torn strings.

But all in all I've everything, maybe found, maybe lost, maybe forgotten or abouts hidden, or perhaps just sleeping. Maybe it's there but never breached or maybe it's in my hand and within my reach.