a moment where i sing to the sky and compliment her colors even though she likes to cry but my heart is flowing out of my ribcage from the tune that echoes to my now-bioluminescence blood and i remember the way you tilt your chin up how dare you how dare you how dare you look so good when you walk steadily with a shriveled head and smile so unruffled so big as if your load was never in your lovely shoulders but my brother ignores me whenever i tell him i was in a deep admiration for the way your mouth curves like work of art made of a cushioned smell from a new blanket through night trips heading to a starry road or the way you pick morning colors so that's the first thing i notice from the sky when i open my bedroom door and your face calm like wet blurry windshield and i never liked rain but you make everything unadmirable seemed so passionately striking with zero harm nor pain.
