balls to bleakness.

i see you mr. sunshine; winky winky-ing at me behind that cloudy grey.

giggling is my score.

sloppy, summer smiles are my accessories.

grid of memories from the past and fears of the future; enslaving me to stupor:

i thee depart.

euphoric chaos of the present, i shall wear you like a resplendent ballgown.

let’s dance.