The singular footsteps of the rain stomping on the rooftops.
Dancing down the drain to hit the musical pavement.
Was the perfect symphony.
With the cloud orchestra playing the beats to the moments.
That I savored every note of.

Spinning readily throughout my head.
Please oh please don't be dreaming.
It's much too perfect to be lost in the riversides of my head.
Because there is nowhere else on earth that I would ever choose to be right then.

A cloud couch that lasted a few seconds past perfection.

Don't let the sun come around that wall.
Don't try to move at all.
Don't try even a little to get away.
For I know now why you want to stay.

Please don't start to explain yourself.
Please just place your thoughts upon a shelf.
Please don't stand up and know the difference.
Please, just think there in your own ignorance.

For I know now why you station yourself behind that wall.
I know now how you understood it all.
I understand why you stay behind it and fray.
Because there are  still remnants there, of yesterday.

It's odd how the craziest things help.
Such as a tin of Altoids on top of a shelf.
Helps the ideal failure of self.
To some.

Knowing now what I didn't know before.
How it feels to step down from a shelf.
Of all the thoughts that had been stored.
Where I surprisingly didn't make a fool of myself.

A puzzle.
To a memory that never existed.
Is, despite all logic.
Missing pieces.