I know I want red and colours that spark the glow in the sun, but when morning reaches my windows they melt my blankets in shades of grey. Moulds of shoulds and could-bes cloud the rest with ghosts of spring in the meantime, when all I need is sky. I need sky because I need myself, and at sunset I am nothing but the grey on the blankets and perhaps the gaps in layers of closet from june daydreams I’ve never thought of in seventeen hundred days.
love it..
you
it was actually taken with a digital camera, i wish it was taken with film, lol.