WRITING | 漂浮的灯笼

漂浮的灯笼

how'd we end up in heavy talks and sleepless nights  

and seeing your smile every time i close my eyes  

city skylines, Hollywood has eaten me alive 

i’d give this all up if your arms could be around me tonight 

remember all the winter sunsets 

your car, windows all the way down 

and the night we stole the red sky lantern 

10 summers ago at the festival in China town

we always said we wanted to go to Tokyo 

but you can’t see the stars from there 

we used to tell our secrets and talk about our dreams 

lying on a rooftop while you played with my hair 

our love was just a dance between the highs and lows 

caught between our feelings and the things we should have known 

please tell me one more time you think that i am beautiful 

i haven't laughed since i left you, i don't think i am capable 

driving down 99, blaring the song you played for me

you said I wouldn’t understand it but did you understand me?

city skylines, Hollywood has eaten me alive 

i’d give this all up if your arms could be around me tonight

our love was just a dance between the highs and lows 

caught between our feelings and the things we should have known 

please tell me one more time you think that i am beautiful 

i haven't laughed since i left you, i don't think i am capable 

remember all the winter sunsets 

your car, windows all the way down 

and the night we stole the red sky lantern 

100 lifetimes ago at the festival in China town

xoxo, Kat 

WRITING | a summer ago

a   s u m m e r   a g o 

sparkling nights

black gold nights 

losing friends to grown up fights 

city noise small town silence 

grown near the river with the riots 

fireworks and on firehearts 

blazing skies 

crazy eyes

scarlet flame 

dreams of fame…

virtuous vices fascistic freedom 

those stained glass eyes

their white steeple lies 

hiding their sins and wiping our minds 

cathedral covered sunday secrets 

if you know one you better keep it 

if you got a dream you better kill it 

drunk rose scented girls 

nighttime girls 

under the river bridge girls 

always there with the 

blue eyed freckled boys 

“good, working boys” 

“boys will be boys”

if you've never had "love" you'd better try it
if you've got a dream you better throw it 

a year-younger me

15 year old me  

trying to make sense of the senseless society 

an old soul in young bones 

a mind with a mind and age of its own 

if you’ve got a brain you better teach it

if you don’t the devil will feed on it  
and if you've got a dream-

you better keep it 

  

xx un abbraccio, kathryn 💋