seven days into june. the first month of summer. the sky has been weeping constantly, and rain glistens on leaves during the rare moments when the sun peers through the blanket of clouds. the moon heals me somehow. but these past days it has been obscured by the tide of rainclouds, and fatigue weighs down my bones, settles into the corners of my mouth. time is running ahead of me again. it leers as it passes, flirts with the ghosts hiding beneath my bed. i cling to its sleeve, i am drowning in its embrace. it is leaving me. but i can't fall behind.
the future waits for me with open arms. meanwhile, seagulls sail over rooftops and green branches stir in the wind. the attic is either full of sounds or entirely vacant, and in the silence i hear a soft laughter, that of treacherous time; how fast does it run! but it likes to rest during sunsets, sip on heaven's tears. in those moments i sit quietly by its side, absorbing the colours of the present. sometimes we will dance. and the world will stop moving, just for a heartbeat; then i can taste infinity on the tip of my tongue.
my fingers have stiffened to wood and guilt is a cloak slung around my shoulders. perpetually drunk with lingering dreams. mind always in a flurry. sleepy and hyperactive at the same time. uncertainty trembles beneath my hands and seeps through my skin. late night distractions and mindless childhood games. dancing in the bedroom. three am sunrises. haphazard choices leading to certainty in the path i am walking along. somehow new changes are slowly rising to the surface, through the barrier of habitual thinkings and compliant opinions.
