in perpetual states of frivolity,
there is no dichotomy to judge
other than you seem sad
when you're not high.
I suppose that you always were
when we would laugh, and appreciate the little things
(flowers that forgot to bloom. clouds that refused to disappear.)
and you showed them how far you could bend without breaking. your defiance more beautiful than any rose
I can feel the sunlight hit your eyes
as you show your first signs of displeasure-
in a long time-
it's been a while
since you fell asleep on me.