yellow afterthought
. . .
an afterthought's expanse,
a tickle of the mind,
longing exquisitely stretched to the end of times.
seconds of hours,
ticking o' clocks,
a twist of wistful, timestamped nostalgia.
a past that was once a mere mortal's present.
encapsulated yellows,
blues, and in-betweens;
a timebomb wrapped in obnoxiously red wires, hazard howls,
sung by the silken sirens,
oh what a sound—and what a mighty sight, underneath sought after scarlet-smeared spectacles.
pace forth—fast forward a present's tense. dangled oscillations,
triggers pulled.
somber wrath veiled under the thinnest sheet of guilt.
a flourished fantasy or hysteria's history?
stilling heartbeats,
alliances askew,
an orchestra of mumbled metals,
a field of drawn daisy flowers.
time—a tale's essence.
and here you are.
. . .
a very late happy belated birthday, i hope you are doing well yiyi ❤️
