fireflyzero
my mother hates the way i slouch
she always grabs me by the shoulders
and says
"straight body!"
but i cannot seem to get rid of the slouch.
i hope it won't be a part of me forever.
i am convinced that this shall break my heart
that this whole affair shall tear me apart
and i shall never hear my soul sing again.
a hand. a toolbox. a sum of cash. a word. a minute. a drink of water. a hunk of bread.
brightly-colored wooden beads on pale sun-bleached hemp.
marshmallows and cranberries on red Christmas thread.
your voice. my patience
it's 10 am, and the sand is getting awfully hot. but what the heck! i take off my flip flops and run into the waves. welcome back, the waves seem to tell me. welcome back to the beach.
spring has ended, and rainy season has drowned me with its sadness. how long till i feel the sand between my toes? how long till i feel the sun's rays burning every inch of my skin? how long till i can go to the beach again?
whenever you look at me, whenever you smile, whenever you laugh in that boyish way...
i get shivers down my spine.