#the cinematic orchestra

There is a house built out of stone
Wooden floors, walls and window sills
Tables and chairs worn by all of the dust
This is a place where I don’t feel alone
This is a place where I feel at home.

And I built a home
for you
for me

Until it disappeared
from me
from you

And now, it’s time to leave and turn to dust

Out in the garden where we planted the seeds
There is a tree as old as me
Branches were sewn by the color of green
Ground had arose and passed its knees

By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top
I climbed the tree to see the world
When the gusts came around to blow me down
Held on as tightly as you held on me
Held on as tightly as you held on me

And I built a home
for you
for me

Until it disappeared
from me
from you

And now, it’s time to leave and turn to dust

To Build A Home came on got me crying in my car about queliot outside a meijer

The thunderclaps these days are my cue to rush outside with my phone as fast as I could and climb to the roof of a half constructed building right next to our house that us blesses with a clear view of the skyline.

On somedays it is a normal pretty blue sky and I still humour myself by taking a few shots eitherway. On somedays, like today, I cannot leave until it starts pouring and drenching me top to bottom.

Today’s view: an insanely divine painting. I wish I could describe what it was like actually standing underneath this.