25.1.10
seasonal //
depression
slipped
under the influence
tilt your head
back
to the age
when it was all about getting
lost
in the electricity
of human shapes
start counting down
stars
while looking up
and down below
the flowers
said
high
wilting cycle
for
the ones
i see now
turned to liquid
landing
s p a c e
ships in the puddles
of the holes
forming
in
my brain
ignore
the conversations
of my shadows
about never looking back.