Blue skies in Arizona
a ruthless sight to behold
akin to cool tides on an icy cold beach
Days of gray were my rays of sunshine
a heat box detox I dreamed of at one time
Now they seem transient
pallid, sad, and haphazard
since they’re a habit in Boston
no longer a reward to wait for
I hope somewhere it’s clear with clouds every now and again
I've been debating a lot on what's comfortable, why, if it can/needs to be changed, and why I wanted to change it in the first place