There are grates in the green metal, it filters the sunlight like a sieve, and it makes patchwork patterns on my coat like the markings on a cartoon giraffe or a congregation of goosebumps on one's arms in the cold.

The tree's leaves are extremely golden now too. They stand out, even though they are everywhere. I hear harps strummed delicately, though the music is only in my imagination, or my memory recall. They're beautiful nonetheless.

Strangely, the sky is blue. I feel as if I haven't seen this colour in a while, as the sky has been grey or purple as of late. I miss the sky, though I am looking at it. The clouds are strewn across it like oil in a frying pan. The sky is sad but it doesn't weep.

The sky is strong.

Sky Song

Lana Del Rey cover, from Ultraviolence, unfinished.

Vivre en amour avec vous,
Je suis amoureux,
Je suis amoureux,
Pour regarder ce que vous faites,
C'est l'amour,
C'est l'amour,
Quand les feuilles commencant à tomber,
Je vais dire l'amour,
Je vais dire l'amour,
Je vais essayer de les attraper tous pour vous,
Je vais essayer de prouver combien je fais,
Sans dire autant de vous,
Je t'aime,
Je t'aime.

Shades Of Cool

My first original track. If I ever make a full length EP, this will be track 1. It's an interlude, but at the beginning. A prologue. It's gentle and sweet, and it's fluid, like water. ☼

Lake

(not yet recorded) Lyrics : 

Cyanide, drink twice
Silly boys who find it hard to be nice
Build yourself up tall
If they can't reach then you'll never fall

It's like the playground never ends
Looks like big egos make the rules of the game
When self esteem's in short
Nasty words become an art form

Wrap your wings around yourself
Pretty colours scare off predators
You can always ask for help
Lions only go for lonely gazelles

Starry eyes, don't fight
It's too unlike you to be hostile
Through it all, be kind
Kill em off with your angelic smile

It's like the playground never ends
Looks like big egos make the rules of the game
When self esteem's in short
Nasty words become an art form

Wrap your wings around yourself
Pretty colours scare off predators
You can always ask for help
Lions only go for lonely gazelles

Ave ☼