I feel the reason
why we grasp
onto the now
so tightly
is because we’re afraid of it fading away
as if it were a dream
The old looking back on their life
at a way one
adores a picasso from afar
Moonlit eyes
dreamy with tired vibes
Looking back we see
time going by unoticeably like
cloudy skies
and then
all at once
they’re gone
and all we have left is
words to spill from
our doughy lips
Remembering when the clouds were here
freshly bloomed
cottony waves painting our ceilings