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.
