Mood 7
“Dried Flowers sat in my heart slowly rotting but…
Beautiful still, frozen in their end of life.
Till they broke down entirely to feed the soil.
Then,
he put fresh blooms.
Spring in the air.
Spring in my heart.
Spring when he comes near.
Spring when I fall asleep.
I hope someday I can say,
dear you,
you are spring to me,
if nothing else,
thank you for that.
-E.M.G.
Listen.
If you want to hear the colors of this mood, here is the playlist that sounds like drinking whisky. Mood 7 is a dream of something I didn’t know at the time. It’s sitting in silence with someone, listening to the rain fall on the front porch, and warmth that fills your whole life from a single source. It is wishing for your orange.