creep up and tell me,,

i stretched out my arms and ate the bright glare of the sun.

i cannot wait to see you again, [i could be no more eager. i would make you breakfast in the morning, i would cook you a blueberry pancake, twice.]

if you burnt the lining off the masques ingrained into pavement.

he rambled on about holding your fingers a certain way and a long lost brother hitting him softly on the arm, i laughed and told him to go to sleep,, he had already fallen so quickly, like the two blueberry pancakes, a few minutes before.






i'm glad you are home, i often kiss your face through a window.
i often string together games i've played, just to see you again at the end.

just to win you in the end.