good morning moonshine.

good morning moonshine.

A Poem by brianna vega

i remember the day i turned to gold
inside my mind 
i chose to change
with wind and rain singing my name
to stand still would be death 
so i chose to dance instead
spinning in the tune of nature
i felt the rivers of my blood heat up
thoughts blossoming
rolling waves reacting to the storm
i chose to run the tide of time
and escape into the eternity of madness
and ill never once forget
the way it felt
to awaken into my own love

© 2016 brianna vega


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brianna vega
brianna vega

city of lost angels, CA



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i need a moment with the moon no distractions or uneven tunes just silence and the silver light spilling open my moods i need a minute with the night soft caresses of cold wind in the air envelo.. more..

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