sad boy with crisp collar, good grades
he is handsome, his hands become loose before he will notice

time has told me that some places stay the same
i forgot his name, but he dressed in corduroy and
his mind was woven in brassy string
that day, clouds fused with sunshine in the last hours
they kissed the ground, soft and wet.
there's a sound that belongs to you; there's
a sound that maybe a bit of you resides within.
lost for words? yes, i am, but not too many
people are, right?
i pick a new flower for you each time one withers into death,
in the end you have a bouquet that would hold itself
together only with dry stems
and hopeful thought.

i'm starting to feel soft again,
i'm starting to recover from the damage
that came with holding onto a heavy heart.
colorblind and shrouded by a fog,
i could barely see what was right in front of me.
the sun doesn't burn my eyes anymore.
there is an infinite and indescribable beauty that exists
in the early hours of the morning,
when i can feel the weight of the return
of my human consciousness.
i'm starting to have dreams again,
dreams that i can fondly remember.
like a past life that still exists within me.
i'm starting to feel the vibration of music in my chest,
the power of a deep connection to sound.
despite the cognitive dissonance
of believing that i deserve pure and wholesome love,
i can feel it's inherent truth.
i'm starting to abandon my ego,
i'm starting to fill my life with everything that makes me thrive.
i'm glowing now.