angels don’t belong in human clothes-
god, i feel a hazy restless, wanna go somewhere far from here and my body is light-washed light-headed grace. i’ve got a sorrow for the sky, an ache in my bones where repentance goes. ethereal like the way my breath steams up the air when it’s cold, when the day-break sun blazes behind the trees, ethereal like the way it’s there, it’s there, it’s gone. i’ve got the old gods’ divinity. it’s trying to escape me.
