i saw the sun
washed away my rain and a warm cloudy afternoon
i wanted to be covered by the dark damp day
that keeps me resting in the lamp shade
it felt like christ dying without any pain
i hope to know a better me
that doesn't rely on my self-hatrid
to give me the satisfaction of perspective
that i don't need low points
to reference the high points.
why can't i know a safe place.
like yr arms
my mom when i was eight
red schwinn bicycle, my brothers was blue.
