We're just tiny people hiding
Under a camper from the rain.
But, your skin.
Your skin is a trillion blankets under the stars.
The last day in April.
A day for colliding our
Stuff & Things.
I never know that anything
Is going to happen.
I'm just an atom with an electron to spare,
Wandering about,
Waiting for someone who's missing one.
Jul 19, 2016
Jul 19, 2016 at 12:36 PM UTC
We're just tiny people hiding
Under a camper from the rain.
But, your skin.
Your skin is a trillion blankets under the stars.
The last day in April.
A day for colliding our
Stuff & Things.
I never know that anything
Is going to happen.
I'm just an atom with an electron to spare,
Wandering about,
Waiting for someone who's missing one.