mar 2

A dream of a catheter and a paper chase in my pocket.
Another day of shine and cyanide.
The waves sparkle another green line past.
Another day
Another start.
My path, a new way.
Excitedly, I see the continuation of people's paths; the old way.

The sun is too alluring to look down.

With each step, I have a word(s):
Rust .Teeth like shadows. Ivy. Barbed wire. Dots made from sun-negative space. Angles. His curls. .. Deep bass slung Lo. up high. Not one single puff of white. Tiny plane. Fade red door. Salmon. yellow box. Blue sleeves. Turqoise phone to match. Pigeon toed. laces also like the sky. Three nests. Bare tree. Pine cone flowers. Lilac. four bags stuck in trees.

I somewhat obsess over that.