Mm, mm.
It rained today.
The blankets of brights lost their vivacity. I never got to satiate the silly need to feel the crisp underneath my feet. I wondered for a second why the windows fogged up, when the heat seemed to have escaped me anyway.
Crunch.
One leaf, that eluded everything else. A moment's notice, of a reply from the nearby tree..
it was all I needed. It's there, of course, beneath the piles and piles of everything else categorized into everything but's and nothing else's. I thought I could withstand the fickle moods. I'm sure at one point, I felt invincible, infallible.
But of course, I still lie here debilitated.
I don't intend to, I don't want to, I never hoped for it. Not a single second of an 11:11 I wasted on impossibility. Reality being, I only make wishes that are out of my reach. I have too little spring in my jumps to catch a scent of the moon.
Hah.
What a sadistic, masochistic souvenir you are.
