it is april and my eyes are wide open
daydreaming about metropolitan cotton candy
lazing around, careless, sundazed
a hastily manufactured afterthought
stopping mid sentence
to gaze at cloudy skies and stars
seamless streams unbroken, forgotten
april, come it will
on quiet sunny days, seeping sunlight
leaking twilight skies
trail of words
trailing words
i can taste how much you loved me
how much you used to, anyway
liquid guilt 