in the sky there are rapturous daisies still untouched twirling i am here to question by licorice lush it tangs i plunge diving past rain clouds i have no color vacant autonomy nameless i had forgotten what i was here for entranced
Before leaving my bedroom that morning, I snapped a quick photo of it — capturing the messy desk, the books on the shelves that I never got to read, and the bed I tidied up for the first time. At the front