we live in the indian summer

by Rachel Lynch in

Oh hello my little lovely one, sitting in a bed of roses, I can tell you've been waiting. Wishing, wanting, you're only going to get someplace if you step through the strings of your dreamcatcher. We are infinity on high, if you let your mind soar above the lows of this world, they won't be able to touch us.

Winters, rivers, and stars, we live half in the daytime and half at night.