sunrise

rub sleep
heartbeat
crisp air
bedhead hair
loud songs
people drift along
laughs and smiles
stay like this for a while
shoulder brush
little head rush
no intent
but undeniably content

sunset

she is love howls the hollow wind insistently
but the rain adamantly disagrees
and the lanterns flicker and flutter and die

[the leaves rustle in laughter]

soft yellow orbs
of tender souls
melting together
like liquid gold
drop
by
drop
.
.
.

collecting stories and memories
like a child slowly making her way down
the beach picking up seashells
and the occasional pinching crabs

fuck you.
thanks for ruining my day,
and perhaps my week,
asshole.

grow up.
seriously.

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i'm pretty sure i've used this picture before,
but you have no idea how perfect this photo is