i remember yelling. and heat. but it was cold enough to touch the railing without getting burnt. i remember the ladybug that rested on the bridge on my nose. the glaze of flowers staring at us with their soft lilacs petals.
i stared at the polluted boy sitting beside me. he was young, but ugly. bleached hair. broken fingers. his face was covered with violent red acne. uneven teeth. messy hair
he was the most beautiful boy I'd ever seen.
like a heady mass. floating in the air with azure coloured eyes. it was all a fever dream to me.
you weren't even there to begin with.
☁
yeah so this was a dream
