semper

έξι

the sun's rays seeped through the blinds,
but it is no longer irritating
nor sickening.
the lights are in an array of dandelion
and tangerine,
and for a second, you forgot that these
are from the sun:
a celestial object with thousands of
degrees of heat, capable of blinding you.
you just see them as colors in a line,
and it sorts of reminds me of him:
how you saw him as perfectly imperfect,
yet you do not see how capable he is
of damaging you.