i want the warmth of the sun without the mocking color burn.
seasons come just as fast as they go. stumbling baby steps of identity crisis. days where death can't bring you down. days where stereotypes scream their prescence. comformity becomes being different. psychosematic; the new romantic. words crossed out in thought. the hidden meaning already across the country by train with a ticket bought next century. fallen leaves; the past memories. the lawn poking through; the mistakes. scream 'wake up' to a dormant personality. normality missed the memo. struggling to cross the starting line. working backwards as the summer snow blows in a final transition.