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to sloom [dutch]: a light sleep; doze, slumber

this blog is centralized around sloom; a daydream, a deep sleep, nostalgic stories and hazy memories. in here you will find many references to nature and nighttime and reminiscing. this is all intentional.

“Accept what people offer. Drink their milkshakes. Take their love.” 

Wally Lamb

how was your day? a cover song

a cover of a song originally by mellow fellow & clairo. check it out below!

(click here for SoundCloud link if button isn’t working)

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A few weeks ago, I met a buddy online whom I found we had a lot in common; primarily, we both have a strong passion for music.

Long story short, we’ve (virtually) worked on a few covers for some of our favourite songs. We’ve recorded two so far, and there’s more coming soon! It’s been such a pleasure to work on these projects.

This song is called “How Was Your Day?”, originally performed by Mellow Fellow & Clairo. It’s a very chill indie tune. All the instruments were recorded by us, including ukulele, guitalele, and drums.

Be sure to check it out via the Soundcloud widget or the link provided! Any support (even just a quick listen) is greatly appreciated. .・:*:・゚

the first time: a spoken word poem

a spoken word poem I wrote about a year ago. I also recorded myself performing it, which you can check out below. 。*゚+.*.。

Read along with the audio recording! (click here for SoundCloud link if button isn’t working)

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the first time
I notice the rhythm in my chest
once the calm of a river
become the crash of a waterfall

sinking deep into my stomach
grabbing for my gut
like a diver finding a treasure chest of gold
but ignoring it
only expecting to end up with dirt

and it’s not that you’re the dirt
in fact you’re anything but
but i’m afraid of searching
only for nothing to be found
I’m afraid I’ll have to come up to the surface
with what could be diamonds
I am afraid of spending so much time
under the water that I forget to breathe

but what I could never forget
are the sparkles in your eyes
when you speak of what you love
your essence inside
a burning inferno
drawing me toward you like a moth
and as I get warmer
and embrace your flames
will you give me the chance
or return me with scars?

as I get warmer
you might burn me out
but without you
it only gets colder out
you comfort me

even as your cool winds send shivers down my spine
your chills colour my cheeks a shade of pink
i find my palms a nervous cold sweat
my mind a whirlwind of thoughts
calling out your name
every time

and time again
I find myself experiencing you
as if it was the first time.

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flower girl

a poem I wrote last summer, inspired by a photo I took of a patch of flowers being shadowed by my silhouette. I eventually turned this poem into a short song. maybe I’ll post it one day.

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flower girl
she’s made up of flowers
a flesh caressing her blooming soul
whispering wisps of the most delicate touch

wherever her shadow goes
she’s there with her
like a friend
who’s never left her side

calm as silent skies
she waits behind
rowing ships,
she couldn’t wait any longer

oh, she traces stars
sky freckles
oh, a garden float
of twinkling petals

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