blue like a well lit room on a summer day, where the sun is warm but the breeze is cool. the breeze, coming from my open window which had been closed+ locked tight for two years too long.
it's almost 3am and you're planting flowers in my rib cage with your dreams while you sleep. and i'm sitting awake in my room, waiting for you patiently. because my souls got weeds and i think that you could really help me.