4:30 am, smiling like a kid in a candy store.

i think back, i close my eyes. i breathe in what i thought this used to feel like, what recycles back out, is redefined. i don't carry the ocean anymore, i've found a way to trap the skies. the light colours and the darks, right before the sun sets, how they consolidate together and blend like one colour. i've seen your face a hundred times, in pictures of a man i never knew, and now, something somewhere that i don't know, in a town i used to walk, sits a boy who feels like home.




thank you.