all for you.

When I said I was going to write something,

I didn't think I would come here that fast.

I talk about the weather way too much but it influences me in everything from mood to thoughts to feelings. Right now we're in that phase of flowers blooming that then go to die quickly—my yard anyways. The cars, after washing them, are covered by another thin layer of green—annoying everyone.
But the feeling is like no other. I compare the good weather days to that one day at the park, where the one man sat by himself, content with his lonesome. Where the old couple walked past. Little kids and their parents next to the playgrounds. The ants crawling too close for comfort. My ring on your pinky.
Yeah it's getting cold but then eventually, it'll get warm again until reaching that scorching peak.
I've never had a sense of direction, the only passing days serve as my compass, but I'm really like this moment. Quite a lot, if I'm being honest.
Wait, can I vent?
Too meet someone else, that could ever reach even a millimeter of you will never happen. I wish one day you can see that you are as the clear sunrise; when it turns from blue to gray, blending to orange and pink that disperses and fades to a soft yellow—a deep breath of life. When the birds are the loudest and the most lively. But you are also as the sunset in all its forms—which all make you pause to admire and where no words can describe. Very beautiful, so much that I can't describe it myself so I use nature. I wish there was a word stronger than beautiful so that I can use on you.
To die for, astronomically rare your light is. [acronym :p] 
My compass is passing time but I'd like that time to be with you.. too much?

April 22, 2021—
2:37 PM [edited & posted version]
5:49 AM [original]