http://rhapsouldize.deviantart.com/art/the-fog-s-a-rollin-in-53768106and i enjoy this biting cold. my fingers grip my books tighter. and i am singing as i walk. smiling at the grey sky. and sometimes a head will turn and maybe i'll share an eye for an eye. or two for two. and we will agree. it is great! maybe my smile is all too telling. maybe it doesn't tell enough. but i do not feel compelled to share.
i am content in swimming in this feeling all by my lonesome self. i do multiple backlflips suspended by the viscosity of the sweetness. and my mouth is open and i'm drowning my insides with all that surrounds me. i do not judge. i do not impose. i accept. and my O is a wide open smile. and my tears are sweet with a side of bitter and salt to taste. i am a tasty wolverine with apricot pieces that melt in your mouth.
i am orange and or an indecipherable shape. i am sweet and tangy. and dried but juicy. and words cannot even come to express how beautifully i fit into this mixture. devour me as i devour life. my wide open smile. sometimes when i look a stranger in the eye, i can only hope that they see through my swimming pools something like the sweetness. i want to share.
but i do not speak a word.
i write. and i smile. and i sing, to myself. and sometimes i cry with sweetness.
